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illuminated the darkness between us as he got in. Once the door was shut, the darkness took over again.
    “Come here,” he said bluntly.
    I didn’t waste any time as I worked myself over the center console and straddled him.
    “I’m going to bust if I don’t get inside you,” he said as he began to unbuckle his belt. The sound of his zipper going down filled the silent car. I looked around at the black parking lot and saw a few stragglers running around. The thought of getting caught kind of turned me on.
    He pushed my skirt back up around my thighs and I hissed when he slipped his finger in the side of my panties and ran it up and down my wetness.
    “I take it you like it when I play for you?” His voice was husky and dark.
    I began to move my hips back and forth against his hand. The tingling feeling was starting to work its way up into my stomach again.
    “Yes. I love it when you play for me,” I whispered.
    My panties seemed to be in his way, so I got on my knees, preparing to pull them down, but instead, he stuck his fingers into the side and pulled hard, making them pop. He ripped the other side until he was able to pull them off of me completely.
    I laughed a little to myself.
    “Those were my favorites, you know?” I teased.
    “I’ll buy you more,” he said breathlessly as he pressed his hardness against me.
    He adjusted me on his lap and I helped until he plunged deep inside me. He growled when my heat and wetness covered him completely, and I didn’t waste any time moving my body back and forth.
    The car rocked with my movements. He dug his fingers into my ass cheeks and lifted me up and down to help with my movements in the small car.
    “You feel so good, snowflake. So goddamn good,” he said as he leaned his head back against the headrest and closed his eyes.
    I continued to move until the pleasure was so thick and deep that I couldn’t concentrate. No longer being able to control my movements, I moved like a crazy woman. My sounds matched my hips and I panted and moaned loudly. I didn’t care if anyone outside the car heard me; I only cared about reaching my happy place and making Zeke feel as good as possible.
    He continued to lift me up and down, his breath coming in loud pants. The strain in his neck let me know he was getting close, so I moved faster and harder. The movements only intensified my ache. I leaned back against the steering wheel and the horn honked.
    He pulled me back up against him and pushed me onto him hard. His thighs began to thrust to meet me, and I couldn’t take it anymore. I let go with a loud cry of his name. He followed right behind me.
    “Oh shit. Fuck yes, baby,” he called out with a growl.
    Warm heat filled me as I settled down hard one final time.
    Collapsing against his chest, I buried my face in his neck. His hard pulse hammered against my cheek. The sounds of our loud breathing filled the car and the windows were so fogged up, I could no longer see out of them.
    Kissing the top of my head, he ran his palms up and down my back.
    “Holy shit, I don’t know if I can drive home after that.” He chuckled.
    “That’s fine. I can sleep here,” I said against his neck.
    “Sounds good to me,” he said with a heavy breath. “Of course, food does sound nice.” I could hear the smile in his voice.
    “Food,” I said roughly.
    He patted my ass and helped pull down my skirt. Then I worked myself back over the center console and into the passenger’s seat. I adjusted my skirt and pushed my sweaty hair from my face.
    Zeke reached down and zipped up his pants and buckled his belt. Looking over at me, he laughed at little to himself.
    “What’s so funny?” I asked as I buckled my seatbelt.
    He chuckled again and shook his head.
    “Nothing. I was just thanking God I have leather seats.”

Eight

Zeke
     
    What’s hotter than a jealous Patience? A seductive Patience.
    I had no idea she had it in her, but when she stood and pulled her skirt up to straddle