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“Do you keep the Mustang so your dad has so Mack into the house

“No,” he replied, shaking his head “I keep the Mustang ’cause it’s a hot fucking car and it took et around But I do keep those fuckin’ aviator shades in the glove compartment for him”

I laughed

“Co h and let go of my hand “Strip”

“What?”

“Co as he leaned back into the cushions “Gimme a show, baby”

I snorted, then realized he was completely serious

“You want a show?”

“Yep”

“Want me to turn on some music?” I asked dryly

“I want you to take off your clothes,” he replied

It should have been aard, but it wasn’t As I slowly took offme By the time I was down to my bra and underwear, his hands were fisted at his sides, but he didn’t move

“Jesus,” he ht be the most beautiful woman on the planet”

“Might be?” I asked jokingly as I moved forward and straddled him

“Haven’t seen all of ’e as I pinched his side “How the hell did I land you?”

“Pure du sound dirty”

“I knew that would co up to fist his hands in my hair

Mack kissed ue, and I losthis t-shirt off before his fingers were sliding inside ht spot We didn’t even bother with his jeans, pushing thelad Mack had the presence ofI was too busy feeling The rasp of his beard on hs, and the sertips had me on overload It was fast and desperate and neither of us lasted long

Later, after we’d ers running slowly up h That time was slow and even better

The week passed quickly, full of visits with Mack’s parents betorking at both jobs, packing for our trip—when you can only bring a backpack, you have to be strategic about it—and stuht, only to wake up with hiot to the clubhouse Friday ard mess

“Look at you, riding in on the back of Mack’s bike,” my sister-in-lak teased out of the side of her mouth “Someone’s an old lady”