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“I do,” I stated casually, while inside my heart was already racing out of my chest at the thought of getting behind her wheel again.

I had an eclectic taste in cars, but they all served a purpose in my life; the Supra was for the streets, the Porsche because I fucking could, the Nissan GT-R also because I could, and as for the Hemi… that one kind of landed in my lap and there was no way I was passing up that special slice of motor-racing history.

“How many cars do you own?”

“She’s the forth.”

Amusement colored Greer’s expression. “She?”

“Yes,she.All cars are female. Fact.”

Greer sniggered under her breath. “I see my car as a car, not a woman.”

I locked down a snort. “Youarea woman, so you wouldn’t understand the sentiment.” I added a well-timed grin to deflect her scathing look.

A belt squeezed around my lungs as Greer slid off the counter and pressed her chest to mine. “Is she as hot as the Porsche?”

Straightening, I set both hands on her hips and tugged so they connected with mine.

“Hotter. And she makes a whole lot more noise when she gets handled just right.”

Fuck, my cock started to fill at the thought of Greer’s orgasmic cries competing with the bone-liquefying rumble of my Hemi. Her pelvis tilted just enough to rub over my growing erection, and it pulled a groan from deep in my throat.

“That hot, huh?” she teased.

“Yes, that hot.”

I chugged back the rest of my coffee like it was iced water—I suddenly had shit to do and fantasies to fulfill.

“Let’s go, baby girl,” I urged, linking our fingers and towing her toward the door.

Laughter punctuated her resistance. “Raf, stop; I need to get my bag, andshoes!”

“You won’t need either.”

“Yes, I will.”

Letting out a huff, I changed direction and strode into her bedroom. The first pair of shoes I found I thrust in her direction.

“Shoes, check. Now, fucking handbag,” I hissed, shooting glances in every direction.

“I’m not wearing stilettos with denim shorts and your t-shirt.”

I stopped dead. That combination sounded sexy as fuck. Pinning her with a glower while lowering my voice, the lust burning in my veins echoed throughout my tone.

“Humor me. Put them on.”

Although muttering, Greer bent at the waist and slipped them on. By the time she had the straps fastened around her slim ankles, I’d found a handbag that looked decent enough to me. She stood and tucked the front of my tee into her tiny shorts, then popped a hip with attitude.

My inhale hissed through my teeth as I took a long drag of air. Shapely calves connected to toned thighs, and while my t-shirt hid her womanly shape, the swell of her breasts was clear enough for me to imagine sucking them through the fabric.

“Shit, baby girl, you’re a wet dream.”

Her nose scrunched in a cute-as-fuck kind of way. “Uh, thanks?”

“Bag.” I blindly thrust it at her while my eyes licked every inch of exposed skin I hadn’t yet tasted. “And keep the heels on.”

“Louboutins werenotmade to go with shorts and a crew-neck, Rafael. There’s no way I’m wearing them with this.”

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