Page 60 of Last Girl Standing

“I’d still do him,” she said aloud; then, aware that anyone could be outside and listening, she clamped her lips together and headed for her car.

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Bailey was drunk. She couldn’t believe it. She’d hardly had anything to drink. But her vision was blurred. Her heart jolted. “Did you put something in my . . . drink?”

They were at her car. She’d unlocked the door, but she was swaying slightly. Penske had a hand on her arms, steadying her. He frowned. “Whad’re you talkin’ about?”

She realized he was swaying, too. “Did the . . . bartender?”

“I just want to be inside you,” he said, pulling her close.

It melted her. She wanted that, too. It had been too long, far too long, since she’d been with Greg, even longer since they’d enjoyed sex in that wonderful way.

Penske opened the door to the back seat of her Explorer. “Let’s make out inside.” He practically pushed her in, and then she was lying on her back on the seat.

“We can’t do this here!” she said, when he took her shoes off and her skirt and her underpants. The door was still open, and he was pulling down his own jeans.

“Yeah, we can.”

“I’m a . . . cop!”

“I’m gonna fuck a cop. I love it.”

“Penske . . .”

But then he was on her. The door was still open.

“Shud do door!” Her words were garbled under his marauding lips.

He twisted back and grabbed the handle, and then they were scrunched in together, fighting for space, all legs and arms. Bailey was torn between horror and a kind of maniacal amusement.

And then he was inside her, thrusting, and she was trying to keep her head from banging into the door. It felt good, so good. She grabbed his buttocks and drove him further.

“Yeah, yeah, babe, yeah,” he muttered.

She lost consciousness for a heartbeat. Her eyes snapped open. Did she go out for a moment? They were still at it, and Penske was panting hard, close to climax.

Birth control.

God. Shit. What?

What’s wrong with you?

“You can’t come inside me! I’m not on the pill!”

“Oh, babe,” he groaned, pumping his seed into her.

“Oh, shit.”

He collapsed atop her. She tried to think through the haze enveloping her. Think.

What just happened?

You had sex in the parking lot.

She moaned in disbelief. Had the bartender spiked her drink? Something was off.

Penske rose on his hands and pulled out of her, yanking

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