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Screw it. “I’m horny as hell,” she blurted. “Stealing a car with you, it’s…God, the biggest turn-on ever.”

He cursed.

“Adam…”

“Don’t.” His fingers flexed around the steering wheel again. “Fucking hell, Lucy—”

She actually moaned out loud, cutting him off. “I’ve never felt anything like this.” She squirmed in her seat again. “My panties are actually soaked. And after Chuck had his sweaty paws on me I thought I’d never get turned on ever again.” Adam was gritting his teeth, and there was a very obvious bulge behind the zipper of his jeans. “Don’t you feel it? I mean, I know we were just stealing it back, and you’ve done this plenty of times before, but still…”

His hand shot out, landing on her knee, fingers gripping tight. “Shut the hell up.”

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The woman was going to kill him, literally. After everything she’d put him though, after scaring the shit out of him, shaving twenty years off his goddamn life—now she was sitting there all but begging him to fuck her. How was he supposed to resist? How could he say no with Lucy squirming in her seat beside him, wet and hot and so damn ready for him?

His hand was still on her knee and he couldn’t help but slip it higher.

As much as he wanted inside her, in a way that might send him insane, he wasn’t going to fuck her in a car on the side of the road, not the first time anyway. “Spread your legs,” he gritted out.

She did what he asked instantly, color high on her cheeks, her breathing choppy.

Moving his hand higher still, he took her dress with him, shoving it up her thighs as he went. He glanced away from the road, needing to see what he’d just uncovered. Her panties were yellow and, Jesus, had little flowers all over them. He turned back to the road, brushing his thumb over the innocent-looking fabric shielding her pussy, and groaned. Lucy wasn’t lying—she was turned way the fuck on, hot and wet, so damn wet she soaked right through.

“You wanna come, baby girl?” A shudder moved though her. He felt it, and it damn near undid him.

“Please. Please, Adam.”

Cursing, he planted his foot and searched for a place to pull off the road. “Can you wait a few minutes, sweetheart?”

“God, I hurt…I…”

“Slide your fingers inside those sexy little panties and play with yourself, baby. I don’t want you hurting.” He glanced at her again. Her face was flushed darker, expression unsure.

“I don’t…I can’t…”

“Do it,” he rasped. “My Lucy’s fucking fearless. She wouldn’t give a fuck that I was watching her. Show me. Show me how you touch yourself when you’re on your own.”

Her eyes burned into the side of his head as he frantically looked for a place to fucking stop.

“Okay,” she whispered.

Oh fuck. What the hell was he thinking? How was he supposed to drive with his dream girl riding her fingers beside him? He looked back at her, at her hand slipping down the front of that flimsy fucking fabric, the only thing shielding her. All he got was a quick snapshot of her, legs spread, mouth dropping open, fingers moving against her slick lips, before he had to turn away.

She moaned.

“Feels good, baby?”

“Yes.”

“Shit, Luce, I can smell you. Rub your clit for me.”

“Ahhh.”

He could hear her breathing change, the sound of her wet pussy as she played with herself. How the fuck was he managing to stay on the damn road? “Don’t come. You feel it building, you pull it back, you hear me? When you come, you’re gonna do it riding my fingers not yours.”

A shuddery breath burst past her lips. “But I need—”

“Don’t.”