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again, but not the tremors that
rocked her when that vibrator was forced against her pussy.
    “And you know this how?”
    She was turning into some sort of fetish hound, that’s all
there was to it. His voice was sounding sexier than it ever had and to make
matters worse, her vulva was starting to throb in time to her heartbeat.
    “I just do.”
    “So you’ve come like that before. That’s how you’re an
authority.”
    Oh my god. This wasn’t where she’d wanted the conversation
to go. Heat rose in her cheeks and she wished he’d drive faster to get a little
more air. “I didn’t say that,” she finally replied. “This has nothing to do
with—”
    “Was it the barrel she was tied to? It reminded me of an
ottoman. A little bit.”
    Becca closed her eyes, trying to focus on slowing down her
heartbeat. She had thought the exact same thing when she saw it. Thought of his ottoman, actually. The one in his living room with the unrestricted view of the
water. No neighbors. No one to look in on them. She knew fantasies about
restraint weren’t uncommon. There were in every other issue of Cosmo and Men’s Health , both of which were well-read at the shop. But they’d never
crept into her fantasies about Chad. She dreamed about him making love to her
but it was always in a more conventional manner.
    She opened her eyes, an answer to her discomfort presenting
itself with the next street sign. And they really didn’t have a steadfast rule
on how many times in one day they could deflect a conversation.
    “The turnoff for my street’s in another block,” Becca said.
“Feel like dropping me off? I’m beat. Probably just need a long shower, a
relaxing afternoon and a good night’s rest. I can run over in the morning and
pick up the Blazer.” Why did her voice sound so high pitched to her ears? She
needed to escape before she did something crazy. That pitiful kiss she’d
offered up early came to the front of her mind and her leg started jiggling.
    “Nope,” he replied, looking in the rearview mirror before
changing lanes.
    “Nope what? You don’t want to drive me home? Or I can’t come
over in the morning?”
    “Both,” was all he said.
    She watched her avenue of escape disappear on her right.
“You could drop me here at the corner and—”
    His hand landed on her knee, forcing her leg still once
again. But when his palm slid upward she whipped her head around and stared at
him.
    “Did it make you hot?” he asked in a low, serious tone.
“Seeing her tied down like that?”
    Becca’s jaw slacked. One simple, out-of-the-ordinary caress
and her body yearned for more. She wanted his fingers to move higher. To touch
her pussy. To palm her as hard as the man had crammed the vibrator against the
woman’s flesh.
    His hand moved upward and his fingers brushed her inner
thigh. She closed her mouth and bit her lip to force down an embarrassing
noise. One that would undoubtedly sound like need. One that would remind them
both of what had happened earlier.
    “That’s not fair, Becca. I always answer your questions.” He
drew imaginary lines on her jeans as he stroked upward to the top of her thigh.
It was maddening, the way he didn’t move closer to her pussy, but she didn’t
know how she’d respond if he did.
    Liar!
    She so wished the voice in her head would shut the hell up.
She had enough to contend with at the moment. She should just ask him what he
was doing. That would make him stop. Especially if she used the correct tone of
voice. The issue was, she didn’t want him to stop.
    “Did it make you hot?” His voice was turning all velvety, or
maybe she was delusional. She’d never been happier to see his high-rise up
ahead. He’d park, they’d switch places, she’d go home. Then masturbate herself
into oblivion. Because risqué talk just wasn’t going to cut it.
    “It jacked me up,” he admitted. “Of course your fanny right
there in front of me didn’t help. Don’t you think there was