He was protecting those he loved….She wanted him to notice her and when he did, she knew she could never let him go.
“I love the way this amazing author brings the characters to life before your eyes and makes you feel their emotions ….”~ 5 stars, Amazon Reviewer
Amanda (Mandy) Gilchrist was just baffled by her colleague. One minute he was her rock and the next he couldn’t get away from her fast enough…only to land himself in jail. Her bosses now hate him and wouldn’t help him cross the street let alone post bail so it was up to her — except someone got to him first. What the heck was going on?
By now he must realize he needs her help… And it’s going to cost him because this time she’s not going to turn a blind eye. Mandy’s going to make sure David sees her skills as a PI and as a woman too — one he’s got ‘tied up inside and out’.
Because he may not know it yet but they’re both looking for exactly the same thing.
David aka Hack Varetti is in deep shit. A little finagling with the FBI and maybe he’ll get his life back on track but there’s no guarantees. Making the wrong associations only landed him in the clink, but now he’s got a second chance — to fix his life. And to take care of her.
Because Mandy doesn’t know it yet, but she needs something only he can give her, and he can’t wait to show her how a Dom brings his Sub to fulfillment because it’s something she’ll never forget.
Even though the last thing he wanted to do was involve her in his mess, afraid she’d get hurt. He knew, if he wanted her to trust him again, he was going to have to work for it.
Everyone’s got to learn the ropes sometime…
The steamy standalone novels in Tara Eldana’s KinkLink series are best read in order:
TAKING THE LEAD | MAKING A SWITCH | GETTING TO FOREVER | REACHING FOR FOREVER
Targeted Age Group:: adult audiences only
Heat/Violence Level: Heat Level 4 – R Rated
What Inspired You to Write Your Book?
This is the third book in my KingLink series. These characters, Mandy and David, aka Hack, came in so strong in book 2, "Making the Switch," I wanted to tell their story and give them their happily ever after.
How Did You Come up With Your Characters?
The characters are not based on real people, or any real people I know! They came to me as inspiration, I love the disparity in their heights and how alike they are in their investigation skills and techniques. I also love the idea that they each make each other better investigators.
Mandy sighed as Ryan and Kristin, the groom and bride, floated across the dance floor, crazy in love, to the strains of “What a Wonderful World,” – the same song Mandy planned for her wedding once she had a groom. She and her cousin, Flora, had been planning their weddings since they were little girls, playing dolls and dress up.
Reece, Ryan’s twin, and Jessa, Kristin’s best friend and Reece’s wife, had given funny, heartfelt toasts just before the dance.
From her incomplete understanding, David had been best friends with the twins until he wasn’t. Ryan didn’t invite him to his wedding, but he crashed it, anyway. Mandy ignored her seating assignment and sat next to David at an unmarked table near the kitchen.
She didn’t care. She ached for him, and he wouldn’t touch her. She would get him to kiss her again, admit he wanted her, if she had to plaster her mouth to his.
The deejay announced Reece and Jessa, then Ryan’s parents, and Kristin’s mother and someone who Mandy presumed was her boyfriend. Other couples then joined them on the dance floor.
Mandy loved to dance at weddings. She wanted nothing more than for David to take her in his arms and tell her what the hell he was mixed up in, so she could help his ass out of it. By the way he scowled behind his shot glass, she doubted that either thing would happen. But she refused to let David’s pissy attitude spoil the joy she got attending weddings.
Her second choice for a career was wedding planner, but she’d followed the money and her crazy, mad computer skills that led her to cyber security – and David. She looked away from the dance floor to find him watching her.
A smile played along his sculpted, sensual lips. He’d kept them in a grim, straight line since his arrest three months ago. “You love this,” he said. “You love weddings.”
She finished her champagne, snapping a shot of the vintage on the bottle for her wedding binder. “I do,” she said. “I love weddings, all weddings. I was lucky enough to attend a traditional Shinto Japanese wedding last summer. It was for my friend, Yuma. She was an exchange student from Tokyo who lived with us my senior year of high school. Only close family got to attend.”
She tended to chatter when she drank. What did she have to lose? “My cousin, Flora, and I, we’re like sisters – long story. We used to crash weddings as soon as we could drive. Sometimes we scored booze, most times not, but that wasn’t why we did it.” She broke off, embarrassed and horrified he might think she was angling for him as her groom.
She was, but she was a practical girl. Baby steps. He would barely touch her today.
But she couldn’t forget his kiss after his arrest, the way he claimed her mouth as if he couldn’t get enough of her. Things between them were beyond weird today. “A romantic at heart,” David said. She expected to see his dreaded smirk, but his smile was genuine.
Even with the shadows under his incredible dark, blue eyes, he was so handsome, he took her breath away. Stubble shadowed his jaw. He’d taken off his suitcoat and rolled up the sleeves of his dress shirt, revealing strong, muscular forearms and tattoos she couldn’t help but stare at.
She traced the outline of an avenging angel, Saint Michael, perhaps, tattoo on his right arm then a fanged creature on his left arm, stifling a gasp when an electric jolt zinged through her nerve endings. His eyes blazed silver at her touch. He didn’t move away from her.
She strived to keep her tone light. “They’re amazing,” she said. “What do they mean?”
“Evil,” he said, indicating his left arm, “and good.” He covered her hand with his.
Holy hotness. The song ended, and Etta James belted out “At Last.” Ryan kept hold of his bride, and Reece didn’t relinquish Jessa.
Trevor, who worked with her, Ryan and Reece at R & R Investigations, walked up, holding a glass of beer and slice of wedding cake. He nodded toward David but spoke to her. “Brought you some wedding cake, in case it didn’t make its way back here.”
It was cherry chip, her favorite. “Thanks,” she said and took a bite with lots of frosting.
“Mmm, moist, sweet and creamy,” she said, licking the frosting off her lips. She glanced at David, who looked like he was in pain. “Um, want to dance?” Trevor asked.
She did. But she knew Trevor nursed a crush on her that she didn’t want to encourage. She only saw him like a brother, a stable version of her own wayward sibling. And she was taking a chance David wouldn’t be here when she got back.
She forced her company on him, as it was. But you couldn’t hold someone that didn’t want to be held. “Sure,” she smiled, slipping her bag over her shoulder, avoiding David’s gaze.
It pissed him off that Tink took her purse, likely thinking he would disappear while that fucker, Trevor, put his hands and maybe his dick on her luscious body. He liked Trevor, and he knew Trev had a thing for Mandy.
Trevor was bringing his A-game. Mandy laughed at something he said. Ryan and Reece relinquished Jessa and Kristin to dance with a couple older guys and stood at the bar, watching him. Hack lifted his shot glass to them in a silent toast. They nodded, identical blank expressions on their faces, as they looked at Mandy then back at him.
Hack turned his gaze back to Mandy and Trevor. How would her perfect, little fairy body fit against his as he moved her across the dance floor? Her green, silk dress showed her toned legs, arms and shoulders and her round, pert ass he wanted to leave his handprint on.
The dress dipped low enough in the front that Trevor would glimpse her lacy, pink bra if he looked down. The song ended, and Adele warbled about something. Tink and Trevor stayed on the dance floor. Trevor, the dick, moved his hands lower, toward her spankable ass.
Hack stood, unable to stop his movement to her. He thumped Trevor on his shoulder harder than he needed to. “Cutting in,” he said, his voice gruff.
“That’s up to Mandy,” Trevor said. Hack felt Reece and Ryan’s stares. Mandy smiled her thanks at Trevor then turned to him, all shy and sweet.
Hack’s rock-hard dick pushed toward his fly. He’d have to deal. He caught her flowery scent as she stepped into his arms.
He resisted the urge to lift her little feet off the floor and pull her tiny body into his. He stood a full foot taller than she did. The top of her head reached his breast bone. He circled her waist. She stretched her arms up and rested her hands on his shoulders.
If he pressed into her sweet softness, she would know how strongly she affected him. He restrained himself – barely. Small, petite women did it for him. Mandy did it for him. He wanted to tie her in his ropes, spank her sweet ass and do things to her she would never understand or want.
That was why he purposely did not date women like her and stuck with flighty, willowy raging bitches like Bria, Ryan and Reece’s former receptionist, who shared his tastes and knew and accepted the rules of the game. Adele finished. He reluctantly let Mandy go as the deejay announced the bridal bouquet throw and garter toss.
Mandy grinned then scurried toward Kristin. The crowd assembled. Kristin tossed the flowers over her shoulder – straight into Mandy’s hands. Son of a bitch.
Trevor and a bunch of leering assholes stood together to get a chance at Tink. No. Fucking. Way. Hack’s rage surprised him. No way would those fuckers touch her.
He took his place in the crowd, catching Ryan’s eye. He looked surprised to see him in the crowd, but he threw the garter to him. Not catching it was not an option.
It wasn’t easy, but it was his. When she saw he caught it, Mandy’s sweet lips formed a surprised O. He wanted to slide his aching dick into those lips. He adjusted himself as JT sang “I wanna rock your body.” Perfect.
He slid the garter up her leg slow, to the end of her thigh high stockings. When the crowd finished laughing, he stood and held out his hand to Mandy, counting the dots of her crescent-shaped birthmark under her right eye, although he knew she had seven. He wanted to haul her into his arms, in front of all these fuckers, and claim something he couldn’t have, could never have until he gave the feds the intel they wanted – intel he wasn’t sure even existed. So, he kissed her hand and left her.
Three months later
Mandy had no idea why she was heading into R & R Investigations for an urgent meeting on Monday, a day she usually worked from her home office. Pink and white flowers bloomed in profusion in the trees dotting the highway as she sped passed the fruit orchards.
She’d bought her farmhouse, minus the farm, from her grandmother before she went to live in assisted living. The historic town was just under an hour from R & R offices in a suburb of Detroit.
She specialized in cyber security, but she also worked to find missing persons, especially deadbeat spouses. And there was her specialty – tracking down men who swindled women out of their life savings to bring them to justice and recompense for the lonely, heartbroken women.
She didn’t make the drive into the office nearly as much, since David, aka Hack, left. David gave her an edge, and she missed that. She missed him.
Freeway traffic was heavy, and she made it just before nine. She grabbed her laptop and headed in, falling in step with Trevor. He held up a cardboard container with two cups of coffee. “I got you one,” he said.
Trevor was a couple years older than her. With his friendly, blue eyes and dark blond hair, he didn’t lack for female attention. And she felt nothing.
No, she preferred a dark-haired, broody devil with cool blue eyes who stood a full foot, and then some, taller than her five feet, two inches and called her “Tink,” purely to piss her off. “Thanks, Trev,” she said, setting the cup onto her desk.
She could only think of David after he kissed her at her boss’ wedding a couple months ago. She and David worked crazy great together, fueling off their competition. They made each other better. Why couldn’t he see that? He was gone now, but still, she couldn’t move on.
She tried to follow David’s court case after he was arrested and charged with kidnapping and attempted kidnapping, but the thread unraveled after half a dozen conferences with the judge. He wasn’t a kidnapper, she knew that. But she didn’t know what he got mixed up in – or why.
She sipped her coffee and focused on what she did know. Trevor was found drugged and left bound in Ryan’s wife, Kristin’s, Jeep with David as the suspect. But Trevor couldn’t verify that because he never saw his assailant’s face.
Kristin said David tried to get her into an SUV to go with him under false pretenses. And David was somehow mixed up with Kristin’s estranged father, J.M. Manning, who was currently serving time in the federal pen on extortion and bribery charges. Three weeks ago, Manning was sentenced to 36 months in federal prison, and he had to report yesterday.
Reece and Ryan Boynton, the crazy, hot twin brothers, huddled together, frowning in Reece’s office. They waved hello to her then called Trevor inside and shut the door. Not good. Dread danced up her spine. She smoothed the wrinkles out of the linen A-line skirt she splurged on. Was this about her?
As a licensed private investigator, she could only delve so far into a person’s social media accounts and personal information. Truth was, she flirted with those boundaries. Had she gone too far?
The pink nail polish on her thumb had a chip in it. Fighting nerves, she resisted the urge to peel every speck of polish off. Trevor stood in the doorway, grim-faced. “You’re up.”
The couple sips of coffee churned holes in her stomach. She grabbed a pen and notepad, schooled her features into her game face and took her seat. Ryan and Reece wore identical concerned looks on their movie-star handsome faces.
The twins had bodies to match. They rarely wore suits in the office, opting for button down dress shirts with jeans most days. David told her that Ryan and Reece were into threesomes. They started out that way with Reece’s wife, Jessa, until they didn’t. Now they were both deliriously happy, married guys whose wives shared their kink – as far as she had heard. Office gossip, though not always accurate, could be interesting.
Her first big case at R & R was a breach in the membership list for KinkLink, the BDSM club they belonged to. Bria, who David, Reece and Ryan had been involved with, had a guest membership at one time and had tried to extort money from the club.
She threatened to make the names public and give the story to a local news organization to smear reputations of the many members who held prominent positions in the community and would likely lose their jobs if their kinks were public knowledge.
“Anything wrong, Mandy?” Reece asked.
She tried to smile but didn’t quite pull it off. “No,” she said. “But I want to ask you the same question. You looked pretty intense before.”
“It’s Hack,” Ryan said.
Crap oh crap oh crap. Was he back in jail? Did he violate his bond? Was he hurt?
“Mandy?” Reece asked, his tone sharp. “You’ve gone pale.”
Ryan poured her some of his high-octane coffee and grabbed her a bottle of water. “Drink. Please,” he said.
She took sips of both, her thoughts swirling. Reece and Ryan exchanged a look. Reece murmured something she couldn’t make out. Ryan nodded and turned back to his laptop.
“It’s good news for Hack,” Reece said, clenching his jaw. “Charges were dropped. We need his help on a new case, it’s top priority. But he can’t be here.”
“Why?” she asked.
“Near as we can figure, charges were dropped because he’s working with the feds,” Ryan commented, “for all the good it will do.” A nerve twitched in his jaw. “The reason he can’t be here is that we’re 99% sure the dude assaulted Trevor, and I know he tried to abduct my wife. So, he can’t be here or else Trevor or I will be in jail for murder.”
“But he may have intel that will help in this case,” Reece said. “We want you to work with him remotely – from your farmhouse, if you feel safe. Think about it and let us know.”
She didn’t have to think. “Yes,” she blurted. “He won’t hurt me.” She knew that. Physically, anyway. She couldn’t move on from him. Go big or go home. What did she have to lose?
“He lost his PI license when he was charged,” Ryan said. “He told us his mother was in a jam over gambling, so he got mixed up with Manning, also my wife’s estranged father, purely by accident.”
David’s mother. The chink in his armor. She got it now.
“You want to tell me about the case?” Mandy asked.
“As you know, PIs can’t hack into social media stuff that’s not public, ahem, without approval,” Reece said. “But Hack…”
“He isn’t a PI. At least not right now,” Mandy said.
“This will be a delicate dance,” Reece said. “We need you to make sure we do this right.”
“I get it,” she said. “But what’s the case?”
Ryan turned to his computer screen. “Here’s the file. It’s a missing person. Friends and family. Here’s her pic.”
Mandy looked at Ryan’s computer screen. She was a pretty, young woman, perhaps still a teen, with pink and purple streaks in her hair, a nose piercing and rose tattoo on her shoulder.
“A minor?” Mandy asked. Those were the worst.
“No, a 22-year-old grad student,” Reece said. “We’ll handle surveillance, and you and Hack can handle leads and interviews.”
“Who is she?” Mandy asked.
“My wife’s friend, Roni – she’s her niece. She was working on her thesis, something to do with gangs and drug trafficking. No sign of foul play. The family feels the police aren’t taking it seriously enough because of that. She had been checking in with her friends or family every day. And now she hasn’t.”
Ryan and Reece looked uneasy.
“What aren’t you telling me?” she asked.
“We haven’t approached Hack with this,” Reece said.
“And you want me to,” she guessed. She had no contact with him either since he left her at Ryan’s wedding three months ago without a goodbye, kiss her ass, nothing. “I don’t suppose you have any contact info for him?”
“GPS on his Charger,” Reece said while Ryan typed on his laptop. “We never uninstalled it.”
All R & R employees had GPS on their vehicles for safety purposes. “There’s all of it,” he said.
“What’s her name?” she asked.
“Kyra Szymanski,” Reece said. “A real firecracker. She’s been missing three days.”
She needed to get started. But she was fuzzy on a couple things. “Will you pay David for whatever he does for this case?” she asked. “And why would he even agree to do this?”
Reece didn’t meet her gaze, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Because you’re asking him to,” he said. “We’ll pay him – off the books.”
Hack lined up his winning shot, an easy bank for the eight ball, and called the corner pocket. The small, neighborhood bar was busy for a Tuesday night. As he bent down to take his shot, he caught a whiff of fresh air.
Attention in the no-frills bar shifted to the door. He caught a floral scent that went straight to his cock and a flash of strawberry blond hair. As the cue connected, he saw her.
Tink. What the hell was she doing in this dive? She walked up to the bar and watched as his Marine buddy, Rex, ran the table, sunk the eight ball and turned to him with a smirk. Rex lived close by, and they met up a couple times a month.
His little witch must have tracked him down. He cracked his knuckles. Why was she looking for him? Was she in trouble?
She drew every male gaze in the bar. Her jeans and T-shirt showed off her curves. She wore her hair up, baring that slim sexy neck. But something was different about his little, fairy princess.
Her glasses – she wasn’t wearing them. Rex spotted her and took a step toward her. Hack caught his eye and jerked his chin toward her, laying claim.
Hack strode toward her and stopped the bartender when she made to pay for her frothy, girl drink. He touched her arm, the soft sensitive spot where her short sleeve ended, and kept hold of her. “Where are your glasses?” he asked.
Up close, her eyes looked turquoise. Her cheeks suffused with color. He couldn’t contain his grin. He flustered her. She hunted him down, and he flustered her. Another shot straight to his dick.
“I wear them for the computer and contacts when I go out,” she said.
“You tracked me down,” he said it as a fact, not a question. “You didn’t hack into my texts, that’s a federal offense. So, the guys activated the GPS on my Charger. Can’t blame them.”
Rex, the dick, sat next to her. “Introduce me,” he rumbled.
Shit, guess it was only polite. “Rex Reddington, Amanda Gilchrist. We used to work together.”
She smiled at Rex. “Nice to meet you. Are you guys old friends?” Rex was a sight with his shaved head and muscled build. His arms were completely covered in ink.
Rex narrowed his eyes then smiled. “Semper Fi. We served together.”
Her sweet little mouth gaped open – a perfect O. What he wanted to do with that mouth, and judging from the stares she drew, so did every other guy in the bar. Time to go.
“Dude,” he said, glaring at Rex, “catch you next time.” Hack moved his hand to Tink’s back. “Let’s go, darlin’.” He ushered her through the maze of horny guys to the door when she dug her little feet in and stopped. “Wait, we can talk here, with your friend. We don’t need to…”
Rex snickered. Others smirked. A couple guys advanced, ready to separate him from Tink, so she would stay in this shithole. Hell, no.
He stopped the rest of her words the best way he knew how. He pulled her unresisting body into his arms and claimed her mouth. Her lips opened like the flowers she smelled like. Her tongue slid against his. He deepened the kiss – lost to everything but her taste until reality, in the form of jeers and applause, crashed the party.
He half carried her out to his Charger in the back of the parking lot. The hot, humid June air hung like steam in the dark parking lot. He settled her onto the hood which played heavily into his fantasies.
Unable to resist, he parted her legs and stood between them. “What’s up, Tinkerbell?”
She pursed her lips, pissed. “Don’t call me that.”
He cocked his head and waited. “There’s a missing person case,” she said. “Jessa’s friend, Roni, her niece. Top priority.”
The clouds parted, so the full moon lit the night sky. Droplets of sweat dotted her upper lip. They were the only two out there. “We, I, need your help, but not necessarily at the office. We’ll work at my place, the farmhouse. R & R will pay you, they said off the books.”
Off the books? Fucking hell. No connection to him.
He tilted her chin. Her skin shimmered like satin in the moonlight. “What’s she mixed up in?” he asked.
She frowned. “Bad stuff. She’s a grad student. She was researching strip clubs and strippers.”
His hand fell away from her as he muttered a string of expletives.
“No sign of foul play,” she said, sounding hopeful.
He took hold of her waist and pulled her closer. “She willingly walked into something – maybe saw something bad they don’t want her to talk about, something you’re going to start to poke around in.”
They had him. No way would he let her go nosing around in seedy strip clubs. He thought he kept his attraction to her from Reece and Ryan’s attention. Guess not.
He knew why they didn’t want him at the office, but he had a perverse desire to hear it from her. “Why not the office, darlin’?”
She shifted her gaze from his eyes to his forehead, her nervous tell, which meant she was lying. “They didn’t say…”
“Don’t lie to me, babe.”
“I don’t know,” she said, her gaze stuck on his forehead.
He slid his hand under her jeans, cupping her sex. She gasped. Her gaze met his. She didn’t push him away. Her panties were soaked.
Vile jealousy bled through him. That bar was full of guys – and Rex. “Is this for me? I’ll know if you lie,” he said, playing with her clit through the wet scrap of material.
The sound she made was a cross between a moan and a sigh. He teased her clit between his thumb and forefinger and nuzzled the sweet spot behind her ear. Her panties grew wetter. “You, David. It’s for you.”
Primal satisfaction coursed through him. “Hmmm.” He spoke against her ear. “Now tell me what they said.” He pressed two fingers inside her, stretching the thin fabric while he plumped her clit.
She arched into his touch. She smelled like an exotic hothouse flower he couldn’t name. “David, please,” she said.
He grazed his teeth along her neck. “Please what?”
She squeaked, frustrated. “I’ll give you what you need, Tink, then you tell me what I asked. Nod if you understand.”
She did. They were in the back of the lot. Making sure nobody was around, he pressed on her clit, and pinching her beaded nipple through her T-shirt hard, he eased into her. When she screamed her release, he muffled the sound with his mouth.
When she broke away, breathing hard, he moved her, so her back was against his chest. He kept one hand under her jeans for insurance, although he knew Tink would keep her word. “Spill it, beautiful.”
“Damn you,” she said. He moved his hand toward her sex. She grabbed hold of his wrist. “You can’t be at the office because Ryan and Trevor would beat the shit out of you.”
“They say you drugged Trevor and tied him up and tried to trick Kristin into getting into your SUV.” He stiffened. She pulled away.
“So that’s why. Will you do it?” she asked, scooting her luscious ass off his car. He hooked his finger into her belt loop to stop her escape. “Where are you going, darlin’?” He pulled her back against him and dropped his arm around her shoulders.
“You confuse me,” she said.
“Good,” he said.
She twisted her face to look up at him. He had the oddest sense of déjà vu – that he could look down at her beautiful face for the rest of forever.
“How is that good?” she asked.
“Because you confuse the hell out of me, too,” he said. “But don’t worry. This won’t happen again – not this way.”
“Wait, what?” she asked.
He could feel her spinning. “The next time I make you come, you won’t be in the dark, so I can’t see your face when you come apart for me.”
He held her as his own head spun. He couldn’t have her forever. He couldn’t do forever with his train wreck of a life. He didn’t do relationships.
She wanted him. He ached for her. He’d make her understand they would keep it casual, for the time being.
If she agreed to that, he could bury himself inside her for a couple months. He would taste her, watch her come, help her with the case and make sure none of his bullshit touched her.
Then, he’d have to let her go. He bent his head to nuzzle her ear.
Her hair smelled like strawberries. What would she taste like? A couple of guys walked toward them and lit cigarettes.
She stepped away from him and toward a light pole. She pitched her voice low. “We got a bit off track. You didn’t answer me. Will you help me?”
Under the light, he could see how her T-shirt stretched over her perfect tits and beaded nipples. The dudes smoking noticed, too. He pulled her out of the light and toward the Fusion she drove. “This is you, right?”
He took hold of her chin. “I will help you,” he said. “I also want to fuck you. You want me, too.” His other hand dropped to her waist. “It can’t be forever. I don’t do forever. If you understand and accept that…” He dropped his forehead to hers. “We’d be explosive. If you don’t want that, I’ll help you with the case as a friend without benefits.”
She gripped his arms. “I need to think about it, the benefits part.”
“Another thing. If we do this, I’m in charge,” he said.
She dug her fingers into his arms, hard. “Like hell,” she said.
He laughed. His little firecracker. “Not of the case, Tink. I’m working for you.” He lowered his head, so the assholes smoking couldn’t hear him. “Your orgasms. They belong to me. You would give me rights to your tight little body as long as we’re together. And nobody but me touches you.”
“Same goes,” she said. “I mean if we do this, all of it, I mean.”
Hope surged. “Be at my farmhouse at ten o’clock tomorrow morning. Do you need the address?” she asked.
He smirked as she unlocked her door. Before she could slide her tight, little ass inside, he had to have one more taste. He pulled her into his arms, grunting in satisfaction when her legs circled his waist.
He parted her lips, tasting her sips of Singapore Sling mixed with her own taste. It would haunt him now. His erection nudged her sex. Did she know she was dry humping him?
He wanted to make her come again but stopped. He wanted her as needy and on edge as he was. He lifted his mouth and lowered her feet to the ground.
He didn’t let go until she was steady. “You good to drive?” he asked.
“Always,” she said, sounding pissed.
Shit. He knew her brother lost his license twice for drunk and drugged driving. She barely touched the stuff.
He squeezed her shoulder. “Not the booze, Tink. I mean…” He could see the taut peaks of her nipples, aching for his mouth, through her T-shirt, even in the moonlight.
“Yeah,” she said, dropping her hand over his erection. “You?” she asked, smiling softly. He covered her hand with his. “I’ll survive. Dream of me, hmmm?”
“Confident much?” she quipped.
“You like it,” he said, hoping she did.
Sighing, she stepped away and got into her car. GPS. He needed to get GPS on her car, so he knew where she was. He’d take care of that tomorrow.
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