Page 23 of Role Play

"Damn, I wish this thing was farther along." I ran my finger along the top of her bodice, tracing the curves of her breasts. "There's not even a wall to push you up against."

"No, but the last time I checked your car had a spacious backseat. I haven't made out in the backseat of a car since—"

She bit her lip as I lifted a curious brow at her.

"Well, since never. I was just not the backseat kind of girl." She blinked innocently up at me.

"Right." I took hold of her hand. "Then I say we make you a backseat kind of girl right now."

We walked out of the house and frame. I stopped midway back to the car. "Wait, I just remembered something. I don't fit in the backseat of my car."

She laughed as she swung around to hug me. "You poor freakishly big man, you really weren't meant to live with mortals, were you? I guess that means we'll just have to go back to our crummy old apartment building and drown out the televisions on our floor with our cries of passion."

We continued toward the car. "That works."

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