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I grit h the zipper The only reason I didn’t kiss her the second ere outside the bar is because if I’d started, I probably would’ve taken her against the side of the building But now she’s touching me, and my self-control is more elusive than a puff of steam

"Let’s do it here," she says decisively

I frown "In the truck?"

"Why not? Do you need candles and rose petals? It’s just sex," she insists

"Darlin’, you keep saying that and I’ if it’s really me you want to convince" My breath catches when her thumb strokes a tiny circle in the center of my palm Fuck it I need her too bad "But fine You want to do me in this truck, then the truck it is"

Without another word, I reach beneathout of uidelines for your just-sex hookups?" I drawl "Like no kissing on the lips?"

"Hell, no Do I look like Julia Roberts?"

I scrunch up my eyebrows

"Pretty Wo the johns?"

I grin "So what you’re saying is that you’ll kiss this John?" I taptothat she’s a hooker

She snickers "If you don’t kissOtherwise I’d just stay at home with ainst theand my boot up on the console, I create a cradle for her hot body and beckon her toward et what you need"

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Sabrina

Tucker sits there with a slight sue sneaks out to wet h ood inside aze falls to his neatly triiven Carin a shot at him After all, beards were on her bucket list But now I’s Soft? Scratchy? I squeeze ether in anticipation

Hope and Carin were so right I do need to get laid, and hockey player or not, I believe Tucker is the guy for the job He has confidence without the ego, which is the biggest turn-on ever When he’d said "you" in response to my question about what he wanted, I nearly came in my panties

And he seems steady, as if an earthquake wouldn’t shake hih I know the loyalty is misplaced Tucker had to have known that if he’d lied about his friendship with Dean, he could’ve stood a better chance with