chest, canted so she could watch the scenery fly by.
The music had a hypnotic quality to it. Long sections of rhythmic electronic echoes left her plenty of time to reflect on the bond growing between her and Mark. Not to mention the link they shared with the other couple on their journey. Then the music picked up, turning into a sexy rock song. She wished they were in a club, the music blaring so she could dance with Mark to the soulful melodies.
“This is great.”
Mark nodded, singing along softly. It felt as though he’d written the beautiful lyrics for her. By sharing, exposing himself further, he tempted her to drop her inhibitions.
She shifted in her seat, the motion rubbing her breast against his ribs. He reciprocated, grooving in time to the beat with subtle motions that pressed them together. His fingers tapped a complex syncopation on her knee as they swayed along with the song.
By the time the music ended, she would have given a month’s salary for some privacy. She had an insane urge to take care of Mark, to ease the dissatisfaction she sensed in his soul. Something about his tirade the other morning, and the way he reacted to Sebastian’s subtle rebuke at the station, made her suspect he considered himself second string in the men’s friendship.
The fury he’d lashed out with had stemmed from hurt.
Everyone notices Sebastian, not me. I’m just the navigator. Some loser who rides along with a superstar and drools over smoking-hot, professional ladies who are completely out of my league unless they decide to slum it with some young, dumb, walking hard-on for a night of endless fucking.
Not that she got any such vibe from Sebastian. Hell, the driver would probably be horrified if he knew what Mark thought. She tensed as she considered the years Mark might have suffered in silence under the guise of friendship.
Of course, her lover chose then to focus on her line of sight. When he saw her looking at Sebastian, he stiffened and withdrew.
“Come back, Marco,” she whispered. “It’s not what you think.”
“Women have always preferred him. You don’t have to hide it. I’m used to it.” He impressed her because he really meant it. How many times had he sacrificed what he wanted for Sebastian? His generosity enhanced his appeal, though he’d taken it to unhealthy levels. “But I have to warn you, he’s committed to Lynn.”
Maybe she could help Mark see the pattern of self-destructive behavior ensnaring him. She didn’t intend to preach to him but she could try to demonstrate how much more he was than a stud for hire.
Sexy, loyal, generous, funny and gentle but fierce when cornered, he deserved better than believing himself second best. Their time together would be sweeter if she knew he’d have a shot at sustained happiness after their affair ended—because, surely, once she restored his confidence, he’d ditch her faster than their world-record lap time.
Some lucky woman would be thrilled to have him. The bitch.
“Well, this woman wants you. For you. Not as a way to get closer to your friend.” Sloan captured his unsteady hand and guided it to her thigh, beneath the hem of her flouncy skirt. After a quick look around to ensure no one else had come near, she encouraged him to seek out the source of the wetness dampening her thighs.
She revealed her surprise.
“ Dio ,” he panted. “No panties? You’re soaked.”
“All for you. Because of you.” She kissed the side of his neck, over the spot she’d identified as one of his pleasure points. When she’d nipped him there this morning, he’d emptied himself inside her with a roar.
Sloan whimpered at the memory.
“Spread your legs, Cougar. Let me give you pleasure.”
“No.”
His head jerked backward until he could meet her stare. Confusion swirled in his warm brown eyes. “Because we’re in public?”
“No, you drive me crazy no matter where we are.” Sloan checked the empty car one last time before making up her
The music had a hypnotic quality to it. Long sections of rhythmic electronic echoes left her plenty of time to reflect on the bond growing between her and Mark. Not to mention the link they shared with the other couple on their journey. Then the music picked up, turning into a sexy rock song. She wished they were in a club, the music blaring so she could dance with Mark to the soulful melodies.
“This is great.”
Mark nodded, singing along softly. It felt as though he’d written the beautiful lyrics for her. By sharing, exposing himself further, he tempted her to drop her inhibitions.
She shifted in her seat, the motion rubbing her breast against his ribs. He reciprocated, grooving in time to the beat with subtle motions that pressed them together. His fingers tapped a complex syncopation on her knee as they swayed along with the song.
By the time the music ended, she would have given a month’s salary for some privacy. She had an insane urge to take care of Mark, to ease the dissatisfaction she sensed in his soul. Something about his tirade the other morning, and the way he reacted to Sebastian’s subtle rebuke at the station, made her suspect he considered himself second string in the men’s friendship.
The fury he’d lashed out with had stemmed from hurt.
Everyone notices Sebastian, not me. I’m just the navigator. Some loser who rides along with a superstar and drools over smoking-hot, professional ladies who are completely out of my league unless they decide to slum it with some young, dumb, walking hard-on for a night of endless fucking.
Not that she got any such vibe from Sebastian. Hell, the driver would probably be horrified if he knew what Mark thought. She tensed as she considered the years Mark might have suffered in silence under the guise of friendship.
Of course, her lover chose then to focus on her line of sight. When he saw her looking at Sebastian, he stiffened and withdrew.
“Come back, Marco,” she whispered. “It’s not what you think.”
“Women have always preferred him. You don’t have to hide it. I’m used to it.” He impressed her because he really meant it. How many times had he sacrificed what he wanted for Sebastian? His generosity enhanced his appeal, though he’d taken it to unhealthy levels. “But I have to warn you, he’s committed to Lynn.”
Maybe she could help Mark see the pattern of self-destructive behavior ensnaring him. She didn’t intend to preach to him but she could try to demonstrate how much more he was than a stud for hire.
Sexy, loyal, generous, funny and gentle but fierce when cornered, he deserved better than believing himself second best. Their time together would be sweeter if she knew he’d have a shot at sustained happiness after their affair ended—because, surely, once she restored his confidence, he’d ditch her faster than their world-record lap time.
Some lucky woman would be thrilled to have him. The bitch.
“Well, this woman wants you. For you. Not as a way to get closer to your friend.” Sloan captured his unsteady hand and guided it to her thigh, beneath the hem of her flouncy skirt. After a quick look around to ensure no one else had come near, she encouraged him to seek out the source of the wetness dampening her thighs.
She revealed her surprise.
“ Dio ,” he panted. “No panties? You’re soaked.”
“All for you. Because of you.” She kissed the side of his neck, over the spot she’d identified as one of his pleasure points. When she’d nipped him there this morning, he’d emptied himself inside her with a roar.
Sloan whimpered at the memory.
“Spread your legs, Cougar. Let me give you pleasure.”
“No.”
His head jerked backward until he could meet her stare. Confusion swirled in his warm brown eyes. “Because we’re in public?”
“No, you drive me crazy no matter where we are.” Sloan checked the empty car one last time before making up her
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