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are you asking me that?”
    “I want to know whether my fingers have worthy competition.”
    Nothing could compare to Scar’s fingers, not even the best vibrator in the world. Of course I couldn’t tell him that. “I love that you’re the same old Scar I knew back home.”
    “There’s a small difference though, Jules.”
    Why did I feel like I was falling into a trap asking my next question? “What is it?”
    “I’m much more experienced.”
    Drip, drip. That was probably the repetitive echo in my panties.
    Scar took my hand and walked me out to the parking lot. A warm gust of summer air carried the smell of ripened fruit. Or maybe it was just my imagination?
    I leaned back against my car. Memories of being that girl who enjoyed one-night stands rushed back. The night always ended with me riding the high of an orgasm without having shades of promiscuity cover my cheeks the next morning. My muscles tensed and a flicker of excitement tickled between my legs, turning into beautiful pulsing. I fought everything inside me not to throw my arms around Scar’s neck and lift my leg over his hip so that he could take me. But that was the old me – the sick me that wanted to ease the pain and forget that I would spend the rest of my life on my own. I’d learned to accept it as truth. Besides, I didn’t want a one-night stand with Scar. I needed much more from him, and for much longer. And if we were to cross that friendship line, I was afraid he would disappear from my life.
    I leaned in and kissed him on his cheek. Scar grasped my wrist and lifted my hand to his lips, hovering them over my skin in a ticklish way before kissing it.
    “Hold on there, you sexy thing. Why do you not lock your car, Jules?”
    “Nobody wants my beat up old junk.” I shrugged, and saw him lean his head to the side.
    “And why do you have an old car?”
    “No time for a new one.”
    He simply shook his head in disapproval. Yes, I could afford a new car, but I had no time or will to shop for one. My back was pressed against the cold metal, and Scar was close enough that I could feel his erection against my belly. Or was it an erection? Actually, I was pretty sure that his regular size was that big. My every muscle begged for a release. It had been a while since I’d found relief. The biggest problem for me was that at times like these, my body didn’t care who would satisfy the ache. Over the past two years I’d been able to control the need, but tonight, after seeing Scar and sitting in a room full of half-naked men and women, where everyone’s agenda was to get laid, raised the euphoria in my veins. My arousal had been building up since the moment I’d stepped into the strip club. The throb between my legs pulsed in a rhythm as Scar’s hand slipped down my curves and onto my thigh and back up. I could smell my excitement in the air, but also saw hesitation in his eyes. It wouldn’t take long – a few strokes and I’d be done. I wanted to grasp his hand and guide him to my inner thigh and soaking panties. I imagined his fingers dragging along my skin. He’d finally reached my apex, push the fabric aside, and I’d let him slide his fingers inside me.
    “You’re panting, Jules.”
    I am?
    “I want to touch you so badly it hurts. But if I do, we’ll cross that line we promised not to.”
    I nodded, yet my mind was still lost to the feel of his body touching mine.
    “Please know that I’m not complaining, but unless you want me to take you right over this hood, I really need you to stop grinding against my cock.”
    Oh, my God! Am I really doing that? My hands shook and legs felt like jelly, and I didn’t even want to think about how swollen my clit was. What the hell had just happened? How could I have slipped?
    “I’m sorry,” I said. “I’m so sorry.”
    “Don’t be. If there’s one person I enjoy like this, it’s you. I just don’t want you to have any regrets when you wake up tomorrow morning.”
    I was pretty