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eyes as the pleasure worked its way through her body, down her arms, her legs, to her toes, the tips of her breasts. “This is so much better, so much hotter.” She bit her lip and moaned. Yes, she loved her own touch, but his eyes on her increased it tenfold.
    Her hips bucked and white heat gathered, then exploded out. She trembled and quivered, chanting words she couldn’t remember the second after they left her lips.
    Oh yes, yes, yes, everything was so much better when Ward was watching. It might be the only way to go from now on.
     
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    Ward no longer wanted the reflection, which made her seem distant and out of his reach. He had to see it all. He turned, his grip tight on the seat back.
    In the last throes of her orgasm, she squeezed her eyes shut. “Yes, yes, yes.” She bit her lip. “Oh God, I want you. Please, please, please.” Clamping her legs tight around her hand, her hips rocked. “I need you, yes, please.”
    He was sure she didn’t hear her own words; they simply slipped from her lips, meaningless. Her mouth begged to be kissed. Her pussy begged for his tongue. He wanted it so badly his cock pulsed in his pants. He had no control. He’d take any morsel she offered, yet a kernel of self-preservation remained. This woman would crush him if he let her.
    Their earlier conversation had been mere bravado on his part. If she only knew, he was actually her slave. When she finally opened her extraordinary blue eyes and focused on him, he smiled, feigning a control he didn’t feel. “That was nice.”
    Her lips curved dreamily. “Yes, it was.”
    He tossed his glasses onto the passenger seat. Close up, he could see just fine without them. And he was going to be very close up. The doors had unlocked automatically when he killed the engine, and he yanked on the handle. Opening the back, he climbed in beside her, pushing her over with his hip.
    “What are you doing back here?” she asked but put up no fight.
    “Exactly what you wanted me to do.” He trapped her thick hair in his fist, holding her still.
    Her lips were close and tempting in the darkened car. He’d been driving aimlessly, scanning her in the mirror and hoping he’d stumble upon a place to stop. He’d found it, the high school, its lot outside the tennis courts deserted, with the added bonus of an ivy-covered fence to shield them from passersby on the street.
    He thought of the kid at the bar, the risk she’d taken, how easily they could have been seen, how quickly she bent to suck him. Ward had to admit he’d allowed her to tease him, turn him into a cuckold, a peeper, a wimp. Now he was in the driver’s seat, metaphorically speaking.
    He wanted the kiss, but didn’t indulge. Instead he tightened his arm across her shoulder blades, tugged her head back by the hair, and growled out the frustration and anger that was as close to the surface as his desire. “If you really want to swallow, then you need to suck me.”
    He shoved his hand between her legs, savored the wet heat of her pussy. She bit his lip.
    “Bitch.” The bite hadn’t been hard, and his tone wasn’t harsh. “Suck me.”
    “Make me,” she whispered.
    He pushed her down. “Now suck me,” he said again. “Or do you want a condom?” In all conscience, no matter his tangled emotions of the moment, he had to give her the choice.
    She tilted her chin up to look at him. “Do I have anything to worry about?”
    His last affair had been brief and over six months ago. And he’d always practiced safe sex. “No.”
    Her eyes drew in the light of the moon and sparkled like sapphires. “Then force me to do it.”
    “Unbuckle my belt.”
    “Make me,” she murmured again.
    He forced her fingers to the buckle, held them as she took care of the belt and his zipper. Then she stopped once again.
    “Touch me,” he ordered.
    “Make me.” Her voice was sharper.
    He cupped her hand around the bulge of his cock and forced her to caress him. Her fingers slipped