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wayside. A womanizer? Maybe, but not a complete jerk. He didn’t muscle in on her or try to take advantage.
    What the hell?
    The kiss started soft until she traced his lips with her tongue. His hands moved to her shoulders, and she scooted closer, angling her mouth over his. She thrust her tongue between his lips, stroking his tongue with hers while she deepened the kiss.
    Tingles lit her from her mouth all the way to her core, dampening her panties and making her want much more from the man.
    He gripped her jacket and soon took charge of the kiss, drawing on her tongue and nipping at her lips while he intoxicated her with desire.
    Mac Jameson would be hell on wheels in the sack…if she could get him there.
    The bastard pulled away, panting. His eyes were darker blue, his mouth parted, slick, and sexy as hell.
    “ Fuck. You and I are definitely getting horizontal.”
    “When?” she rasped, irked to have to follow his timetable. Her body screamed at her to straddle his hips slide over that thick shaft, taking it inside her where it would do the most good .
    “When?” he moaned. “I’d say right the hell now, but that negates my good behavior all evening.”
    “Negates? Big word for you, Mac.”
    He chuckled. “You’re looking frustrated, sweetheart.”
    “Oh?” She unbuckled his seatbelt and gripped the bar in his pants, gratified by his hiss. “What’s this, then? A little of your own frustration for me?”
    “Damn it. Let me go.”
    But he thrust into her hand. Not the actions of a man not interested.
    “Why don’t we end the night the way we ended last night?”
    “What?”
    She unbuttoned his fly, all the way down, while keeping her gaze on his. The need on his face exacerbated her arousal, to the extent she almost didn’t care that they were in his vehicle…in front of the house.
    “Turn off the car.”
    “Why?” he asked even as he turned the key and shut off the engine and lights.
    The silence was broken by his low moan as she reached inside his boxer briefs and found him hard, his slit wet.
    “You know why.” She leaned close to kiss him again and started pumping him.
    He met her more than halfway, wrapping his hand around hers over his cock. Their groans mixed until he was bucking and she was stroking faster, harder.
    “Fuck, yeah. I’m coming,” he moaned.
    She pulled harder and felt the sticky jet of his desire all over her hand while he whispered her name. She leaned back from him and looked down, enthralled with his large cock covered in cum.
    “You made a mess,” she teased and kissed his jaw.
    “Shit.” He was breathing hard and leaned his head back against the head rest. His eyes closed, and he sat there, panting.
    “For such a bully, you’re surprisingly sexy.” She rubbed his seed over his semi-hard cock, wondering when she’d finally feel him inside her. “Now we’re even.”
    He opened his eyes and looked at her. “Even?”
    “For last night.”
    “Hell, no. We’re not even.” He tugged her hand from his cock and cleaned them both with a few tissues he grabbed from the tissue box on the floor. “I gave you an orgasm last night, and I made you dinner tonight. One measly orgasm from you is way less than I deserve.”
    She frowned while he buttoned up. “Measly? Nothing small about the mess you made in your lap. I’d say that was a whopper of an orgasm. Heck. You owe me another dinner for that handjob.”
    He just stared at her.
    “What?”
    “Hearing you say handjob. That innocent face and the sex talk. I’m hard again.”
    “Shut up.” She blushed. “Well, I suppose I should get going. My boss is an ogre, and if I’m late tomorrow, he’ll probably fire me.”
    “Not if you blow him in the office. You know how many fantasies I’ve had of you on your knees, or bending you over my desk and—”
    “ Goodnight , Mac.” She scooted away and yanked on the door handle.
    He stopped her before she could leave. “For the record, we’re not even. When I’m