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wrap around it slowly, her tongue dancing in small movements around it. As soon as my hips relaxed and the feeling of imminent release had passed, she drove her head down and took all of me in her mouth at once. All of me. I’d been inside her mouth plenty before and that was something she had never been able to do. It didn’t matter back then because she aced any sexual test presented to her, but it mattered now.
    And I was going to lose it, but the highway was hardly the place for that. Far sooner than it should have appeared, the exit for Cape Cod was in front of me. I jerked the wheel to the right, my sweaty palms slipping slightly on the wheel.
    “Don’t stop.” Once on the ramp, I took one hand and dragged my fingers through her hair, tugging on the ends. The moan that came through her lips made me cry out breathlessly.
    I was going to come. Any second. Not here. Not here. Dear God , not here. Another minute later, I pulled onto a suburban-looking side street and put the car into park.
    “Come on, baby,” my voice was raspy and unrecognizable, “you know what I like.” Truth was, I was already there, but I had to retain some sort of control. Even if it was imagined.
    With one hand, Steph reached up my leg and grabbed my balls as she pushed her head down and slowly dragged her teeth back up me. That did it. I threw my head back, my eyes squeezing shut as I placed both hands on her head, pushing her back down and holding her in place as I came with body-rocking force. I yelled, not caring about the sex-starved housewives tucking their spoiled children into bed mere yards away from where my car sat.
    “Jesus, Steph,” I was as out of breath as I ever was at the gym as she slyly sat up with a self-satisfied grin on her face, “your mouth could cause a ten-car pileup.”
    Steph pressed the button for the window, moving it all the way down as I zipped and buttoned my pants. She twisted in her seat, sticking her feet out of the window, crossing her ankles as she leaned back and put her head on my lap.
    My hands froze for a moment, unsure where to go. It was hard to tell with Steph what she would interpret as too intimate, but I brought a hand to her face and glided my thumb across her bottom lip. When it hit the center of her mouth, she parted her lips and sucked on the tip of my thumb, repeating some of the same movements she’d performed on me only minutes before. It felt just as intense, and I closed my eyes, taking a slow, deep breath.
    A moment later I felt Steph’s hand move to the stereo, and the lyrics of Jay-Z’s Empire State of Mind filled the car.
    “Feeling nostalgic?” I looked down at her and smiled, running the edge of my hand along her cheek.
    She shrugged, her expression conflicted. “I don’t have nostalgia.”
    “Bullshit,” I challenged. “That’s exactly what led you to my door and damn it if I’m not glad it did.”
    For the remainder of the song, Steph and I sang along softly and I coasted through memories of some of the best months of my time in the city. Silently, of course, since Steph would kick me in the balls and walk back to Boston if I regaled her with tangible memories.
    As the song ended, Steph smiled, and in a rare moment of vulnerability, the smile reached her soulful eyes.
    “You’ve got an excellent mouth, Red.”
    “I’d ask you how I did,” she licked her lips, all romance gone from her voice, “but it seems like a rhetorical question.”
    I playfully tweaked her chin as she sat back up, drawing her feet back into the car but leaving the window down.
    “Let’s get to Barnstable.” I put the car in drive and directed us back onto the highway.
    As we coasted in silence, we passed through several towns just starting their fireworks shows. Instinctively, each time there was a green flare, I let my eyes wander to Steph, whose skin and hair came to life under that light.
    Get your shit together, Pace. She’s just here for one night.
    I intended to make the rest