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Mal

Lacey's breathcatches in the back of her throat. She stares intomyeyes.

Damn,thatlook.

She trusts me toleadher.

She trusts me withanything.

I have to force myself to shift my gaze totheroad.

Doing this while driving is not mybestidea.

But I need to get her out ofherhead.

And over thisguilt.

Now.

I can't wait the hour until we getbackhome.

Not sure I can wait the hour for her satisfaction, period, but I'm goingtotry.

I brush my fingertips against her inner thigh one at a time. First the pinkie. Then the ring finger. Middle.Index.

I rub her skin with mythumb.

She spreads her legs a little wider. Shifts her hips a little higher. She's inviting me totouchher.

Iwantto.

But this is all I can manage while coasting down the freeway at seventy milesperhour.

Besides, I need her on the edge. That's the only way I'm going to be able to help her work through thisguilt.

I shoot her ademandinglook.

She nods as she slides her hand under herdress.

Higher. Higher.Higher.

There.

Her eyelids flutter closed as she rubs herself. I can only see the outline of her hand under the thin fabric of herdress.

But I don't need to see her handtoknow.

It's all over her face—in the way her lips are parting, in the way her eyelids are fluttering together, in that soft furrow inherbrow.

"Mal, I… this is fucking crazy. Youknowthat?"

"And?"

She nods. It's enough. I am fucking crazy when it comes to Lacey. And Idon'tcare.

That's part of being in love, knowing someone has the power to drive you out ofyourmind.

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