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“Yes, good idea, my heart. You hide in the back seat of the car and I will drive. I am a very good driver. Very good.” They crossed the deserted street and headed toward Uncle Jonas's classic maroon Crown Vic.

“Uh, okay Rain Man. But I was kind of hoping you'd get in the back seat with me, you know?” She fumbled the keys in her hurry to get in and get busy. She'd never felt such incredible need for a man before in her life, and while she should be freaked out by it, she loved it. It was like that same feeling she got when she figured out who started a fire and she busted the case wide open.

She reached the car first, but in her flurry, she missed getting the key in the lock by a mile. There went the paint job. Why the hell Uncle Jonas couldn't have a key fob like every other adult car owner in the twenty-first century was beyond her. He'd have to deal with the scratches as his punishment for being a technophobe.

Mac pressed up behind her, his front to her back, and put his hand over hers. All the zings went through her arm right up to her shoulders and down her spine at his touch. He used his body to pin her against the car, and the feeling of the dragon he had in his pocket pressing against her ass had her libido at Defcon one, or was it five? Whichever was more dangerous.

Together they shoved the key, hard, into the lock. Nataly gulped. There was seriously something wrong with her for being turned on by a key and a lock. But she was not crazy for wanting to rub her ass against his groin just to hear him groan.

“Why would I want to get into the back seat with you, mate?” Mac's voice had dropped into a husky rumble. “It is my responsibility to take care of you. We should be taking this car and driving to safety.”

“Uh-huh.” She actually had no idea what he said, she was too up in her head and in her body to listen.

“Tell me how to get to your house so that we can finish what you've started by rubbing yourself against me. And tell me it's very nearby.”

“It's not. Which is why I suggested the back seat.” Her voice was barely anything more than a squeak and a whisper. She did not want to wait the agonizing minutes it would take to get through stupid Denver suburbs traffic to get to her house. 120th was always freaking under construction. Then again, they were about to get into a former cop's car parked directly in front of a building filled with more cops, most of which knew her by name, and get naked.

She definitely had a ticket for indecent exposure in her future, not to mention getting caught getting it on by someone she knew, or who she grew up with if they got busy in the backseat of this car.

Meh. It's just a misdemeanor. She was going to risk it. Welcome to bad decisions are us tonight, but it was so going to be worth it. “If you've never done it in the backseat of a car, you are in for a treat, mister. Come on.”

She yanked open the driver’s side door, reached through to push the button to unlock all the doors, then pulled Mac to the back of the car and shoved him into the back seat. Or, she tried to. He hit his head on the outside rim of the door opening and the roof of the car because he was so freaking huge.

“Duck your head and pull your arms in, then scooch yourself back.” She shoved his elbows toward each other and then shoved his head sideways about ninety degrees to the left until he finally fit. Well, the top half of him anyway.

“Mate, are you sure I can't just fly you to your home?” Mac laughed as she lifted his legs and tried to shove him in like a log.

“Now or never big guy. I've got the hots for you, and we are getting naked, right here, right now. Bend your knees.” How did she not notice how fricking big he was?

“Then might I suggest the park we just crossed? There will be much more room for you to sit on my face if you don't have a tiny roof over your head.”

Oh geez, that was tempting. Except for the pack of wolves cleaning up demon goo about two hundred yards away. Not that she'd ever sat on anyone's face before, not with her extra, extra-large size butt. She'd be too afraid to either suffocate or crush a guy. Not Mac. He'd be able to handle all her curves. “Nope. I want you inside of me immediately and don't want my bare butt exposed to anyone who walks by. So take off your pants.”

Mac laughed again and was clearly having a better time than she was. “You should have asked me that before you shoved me in here.”

She'd show him. With all the control she could muster and one little prayer that she didn't light Uncle Jonas's car on fire and make it explode, Nataly incinerated Mac's pants. In one quick burst he was as naked as the day is long. She accidentally got his shirt too.

“Fire, fire, pants on fire.”

Mac lifted his head, stared down at his body, back up at her, and let out the biggest laugh yet. He finally freaking pulled his legs into the car, bumped his head again, and grabbed her around the waist, and with one hand over her hair to protect her noggin, he yanked her into the back seat with him. “Now do the same to your clothes.”

Ack. Then she'd have to drive home naked. She guessed she could. There was probably a raincoat or tarp in the trunk they could cover up with to run into her apartment building. “Okay.”

Nat pulled her magic up again, sent that same little no-car-fires prayer up, and felt the whoosh of heat across her skin. It didn't hurt even a little, and poof, she was naked too. And straddled across Mac's lap.

Perfect.

“The scent of your arousal has me hypnotized and harder than stone. Take me in your hands, love.” Mac's voice didn't have any humor in it now. While he was asking her to touch him, he reached between her legs and found her wet folds ready. Oh so ready.

He slid his finger across her folds and spread the wetness he found across her lower lips. His touch drove her to distraction, and for a full minute she forgot she wanted to make him feel good too. It was kind of hard to lean into the fondling and get her own hands to do anything fun at the same time.

Whose idea was back seat sexy times again?

“I love how wet you already are for me. I can hardly wait to sink my cock into you.” Mac leaned forward, or he tried to. What he actually did was roll his shoulders and get his free arm caught between the seats. He grunted and the sounds of metal snapping reverberated through the car. The front seat flopped forward, and Mac sighed in relief or freedom, or both.

“Aw crap. Uncle Jonas is going to lock me up and throw away the key for breaking his car.” Nataly stared at the seat and then back to her very naked, very delicious dragon man, and for the first time in her entire life thought fuck it. “Later. He can lock me up much, much later. Break the other one.”

All Mac had to do was spread his massive legs, bump the other seat with his knee, and it cracked too, giving them tons more room.