Page 88 of Falcon

“I thought the nice weather called for a ride in a much more…open…vehicle,” I tell her.

“What do you mean?”

“We are going to take a different car.” I climb out after I’ve parked the Tesla.

“You have another? You have a Tesla. Who could need or want anything else besides this?” she asks incredulously, as she opens her door and steps out.

“Faith, Faith, Faith, you have no idea.” I give her a kiss on the cheek and walk over to a metal case mounted on the wall. I type in a code, scan my fingerprint then pull open the door, revealing a row of six sets of keys.

“Who are you? James Bond? That was the coolest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“I have to protect my ladies, and if I have to look like James Bond to do it, so be it.” I select the set of keys that is farthest to the left and hang the Tesla keys in their place.

“Your ladies? Sasha will be offended,” she says, referring to my motorcycle.

“All of my ladies are very happy with their lives here. I take good care of them. Trust me.” I motion for her. “Come with me.”

I lead her over, hand in hand, to a row of cars toward the back of the garage that are hidden beneath vehicle covers.

“Wait a second… are all of these yours?” she asks me with wide eyes, and all I do is smile.

“You know I’m not a flashy person. Material things aren’t something I care about, but I am in a position financially where I can do three things that make me happy.”

“And those are?”

“One: I can take care of my sister in any way that she needs. I was able to help her through nursing school so she could focus on that and not have to worry.” I start opening the knots and buckles that hold the cover into place. “Two: I can give to the charities that need it and I’ve been able to fund gyms that focus on self-defense for young kids and teens, so they can put their energy and effort into a safe environment rather than being out on the streets.” I tug the cover away. “And three: I can feed my car addiction.”

The cover slips away, revealing my pride and joy.

“Oh. My. Fucking. God.” Faith’s jaw drops to the floor. “What is this? Holy shit.”

“This, Faith, is a 1964 Jaguar E-Type convertible. Cherry red. Manual transmission. Upgraded engine to soothe the daredevil in me. Custom black interior. This…is a work of art.”

“You really mean that, don’t you?” She steps closer, sliding her hand along the hood. “This is beautiful.”

“I figured a beautiful day, with a beautiful girl, called for a beautiful car.” I open the passenger door for her. “Ladies first.”

“Can I drive it?” She smiles wide and bats those beautiful eyes at me.

“While I appreciate the effort with the eyes and smile, the answer is no.”

She pouts, sending her plump lower lip out toward me and I have to lean down and take a nibble, I simply can’t resist, and I’m rewarded with a sexy purr from her throat.

“How about now?” she asks.

I lean in closer, ghosting my lips over hers before whispering my answer. “Nope.”

She scoffs and crosses her arms over her chest. “You’re mean.”

“Nah, I’m just a control freak when it comes to these ladies.” I slide my hand over the door next to us.

“Honestly, I wouldn’t be surprised if you fuck them.” She arches her brow. God I love her sass.

“I prefer my fucking to be warm…wet…supple…” I curl my hand around her hip and pull her closer so our bodies are flush together.

She licks her lips and her eyes search my face. I can see and feel her chest rising and falling.

“Don’t you agree, baby?” I ask. “Isn’t that the preferred way?” I lower my face to place my lips over the beating pulse in her neck, and she shivers at the contact.

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