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“Hmm.” The sound vibrating against me, daring me to make the next move.

I played her game, sliding my hand up to the side of her neck, tangling my fingers in her silk-soft hair, and giving a gentle pull—just enough to make her breath hitch. Leaning down, my lips hovered mere millimeters from hers as I whispered, “Just tell me no one more time, and I’ll believe you.”

I paused, giving her a moment to end this. If she said it—if she told me she wasn’t into this, wasn’t into me—I’d walk away, swallow my pride, and deal with the sting later. But I knew she wouldn’t. I could see it in the way her pupils dilated, in the way her chest rose and fell a little too fast.

And then she proved me right.

Eleanor’s lips met mine in a languid kiss, soft and teasing at first, but it quickly escalated. What started as tentative became an urgent, frantic clash of mouths and breath. I pinned her tighter against the car, her back hitting the metal with a solid thud that neither of us cared to acknowledge. My hand slid from her neck to the small of her back, pressing her closer until there wasn’t an inch of space left between us.

Her kisses were wild, unrestrained, as if she’d been holding back all night and finally let go. Eleanor’s tongue swept into my mouth, tasting, exploring, and leaving me completely undone. She tasted like bourbon and temptation, and I wanted more.

“My truck. Now,” I growled against her lips, my voice rough with need.

Without waiting for a response, I hooked my arms around her thighs and lifted her. Her legs wrapped around my waist, holding on as if letting go wasn’t an option. I started toward the truck, not caring about anything but the woman in my arms.

I could barely see where I was going, but that didn’t matter. I wasn’t about to break away—not now, not when her breath was hot against my neck and her hands were clinging to me like I was the only thing keeping her grounded. If she had second thoughts, she’d have to pry herself away, and from the way she was kissing me, that wasn’t happening anytime soon.

She nibbled at the skin on my neck, sending heat down to my cock. I was rock fucking hard. As if she knew what she was doing to me, her tongue darted out and licked the shell of my ear.

Oh, fuck.

She took my lobe into her mouth and sucked, pulling away. The sensation of her warm tongue on my neck sent a shiver down my spine.

Finally, I found my truck a few spots down from where we’d begun. I fumbled in my pockets for the keys as Eleanor teased and latched onto my neck.

This woman was driving me mad.

I unlocked my truck with the key fob and pulled open the back door. Eleanor pulled away from me and scrambled to make room for my large frame. Having sex in the back of my truck was going to be a feat but I was desperate, and time wasn’t something I had much of with Eleanor.

She crossed her arms at the hem of her tight shirt and pulled it over her head, leaving a see-through lace bra. The rosy color of her nipples was clear to see—my mouth began to water at the thought of taking them in my mouth. I looked up at her, the red lipstick from before smeared across her face.

We both sat still for a moment, panting and completely breathless.

“Lie back,” she purred, crawling across the seat toward me. “We don’t have all night.”

I wished we did. I wished I could take my sweet time getting to know her body, find out the sounds she’d make when I’d get my taste.

Eleanor reached out, pushing me against the seat before directing her attention to the button of my jeans. Watching her, a groan clipped past my lips as her hand then moved teasingly slow toward my cock. The red of her nails caught my attention—the same red as the lipstick she wore.

There was something about the color that drove me wild. Seductive. Passionate. Hot.

I lifted myself up to shimmy my jeans lower along with my boxers. There was no reason to drag this out longer than needed. Like she said, we didn’t have all night.

Eleanor stood the best she could, stepping out of her jeans. Her lace thong matched the bra, telling me she knew someone would be seeing them tonight.

“Did you wear that little matching set for me?” I asked in a low purr, using my finger to beckon her closer.

She stared straight at my cock, licking her lips.

“My panties always match my bra,” she replied. I groaned at the thought, stroking my length and rounding the tip where a bead of liquid formed, my cock ready to drive inside her heat. “Does that turn you on, Mr. Watson? Knowing that I’m always put together?”

There’s the nickname I’d been waiting to hear. It did, too. Knowing she matched despite no one seeing was titillating. The fact she was letting me in on that secret spiked my arousal.

“Very much,” I groaned and reached to put my hand behind her neck, wanting to pull her on top of me.

She leaned down, licking me with the tip of her tongue. On instinct, I pushed her head down to finally take me. The more she’d tease, the less I would last.

Eleanor gagged on my length, letting out a sound of approval before sitting straight up again and pulling away from my cock.