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I huff a breath, knowing damn well she’s removed her thong and is holding it in her hand.

She reaches over to me again, her thumb dragging along my lower lip, I can taste her on it. “Casper . . .”

“What?” I reply curtly, trying to maintain some self-control, when all I really want to do is pull over and teach her a lesson about civic responsibility.

“Open your mouth.”

There are moments in a man’s life that are etched permanently in his memory: first kiss, first fight, and the first time he realizes he would burn down the known universe for someone—so yeah, I open my fucking mouth.

She presses the warm, balled-up lace to my tongue and my body goes still.

“Shut up,” she says softly. “And let me do this.”

The steering wheel squeaks under my grip and I vow that I will get her for this as soon as we get home.

Her hand returns to my thigh, slow and possessive. If I didn’t want this, I’d stop, but now that I have the taste of her on my tongue . . . fuck it. I bite down on the fabric.

Anna’s touch explores through my pants with a confidence that has my cock straining against my zipper. She passes over it and makes a small sound of approval, and so do I.

“You’re doing so good,” she whispers, mocking me with my own words. My cheeks lift in a smile because that little display of boldness means I’ll be putting her in her place as soon as we step through her door.

The streetlight a block ahead turns yellow. Fuck! I brake at another empty intersection. This is getting ridiculous.

Anna chuckles, breathless but triumphant.

I keep my gaze ahead, unable to look at her or I’ll lose it right here. She unzips me and slides closer on the bench seat. I cant my hips to give her better access. My tongue toys with her panties in my mouth. Only seven more blocks . . . Seven more blocks.

Her fingers wrap around my length and she frees my cock. “God, you should see yourself like this.”

I cut her a look. Big mistake. Her face is flushed, lips glossy and parted, lit by the dashboard lights. Seductive little menace. Not timid or asking herself if she’s allowed, she’s simply taking what she wants. And I get it, because I’m one illuminated green circle away from driving off the road and thanking her for the pleasure. She leans over and wraps her lips around me and I unleash a muffled groan. Anna spits on my cock, wrapping her hand around me and pumping up and down. Fucking hell.

“Were you hard the whole time?”

I nod, my fingers flexing on the steering wheel. The light turns and I pull forward slower than before considering our position.

The road blurs for a fraction of a second when she focuses her thumb, sweeping across the sensitive ridge.

Six blocks.

It feels so damn good.

“Did you like what we saw tonight?”

I breathe harder through my nose, nodding again.

Five blocks.

“Do you want to fuck me in front of a room full of people?”

My chest tightens. Nod.

Four blocks.

She leans down, briefly darting her tongue out to lap up the pre-cum. I swear to Christ if we hit another red light I won’t make it.

Three blocks.

“Remember that couple, the way he grabbed her throat, and bent her over?”