Page 20 of Peaches

He sees me staring at him and doesn’t meet my eyes. Instead, he rounds the back of the car, expecting me to follow him to the passenger side, and presses the key fob in his pocket. When he opens the door (cue my swooning heart again) and it appears he is obviously waiting for me to get inside, I let out a laugh.

“Uh, no.”

His gaze darts up to mine and he looks at me like I have grown three heads. He goes to speak, but I cut him off.

“You’re crazy if you think I’m going to sit in that.”

I point atthatin question, and then stare down at the interior. The black leather still smells new from where I’m standing even though I know there is no way in hell he just bought this car. The chromed-out dash and stick shift,God that stick shift, make my mouth water. My mind instantly goes to the thought of his hands, shifting gears, smooth, fast, fluid, climbing higher and higher as the engine purrs and…

“Why not?” his voice breaks me out of my daydream and forces me to look up and stare him in the eyes as I blush for what I was just imagining.

“Because,” I start out, “if I sneeze. If I cough. Hell, if my butt or my shoe rubs against something, anything, in the wrong way, I’ll be the one owing you money by the end of the night and not the other way around!”

He grins. “I think I can afford it.”

“Well good for you but I can’t. Not getting into that thing. Nope. Not ever,” I say shaking my head. “That thing…,” I nervously begin to pace a little in front of him as I stare down at what may just replacehimin my fantasies, “what the hell is that thing any ways?”

“A Porsche Carrera GT.”

God the name is even sexy and sinfully tempting.

“A Porsche Carr…,” I stutter. “You say that like it is the most natural thing in the world,” I exclaim, not exactly sure what to say as my eyes land once more on the nicest car I have ever seen. I catch him walking my way out of the corner of my eye and feel myself freeze.

“It was originally designed for racing,” he suggests as once again his hand finds the small of my back and he starts to push my reluctant body towards the passenger side. I comply, but only because I want to get a look at the sexy oak green beast of a machine from the other side.

“Most sport cars start to lose their power because of friction at high speeds flying through the air, but not this one. With this, there is no let up.”

You don’t say?

Hell, I don’t care, okay maybe I do, maybe just a little, because what he just said is turning me on like I never dreamed and has my heart racing faster than I am sure this baby can fly. But I’m still not getting in.

“She does 0 to 60 in 3.9 seconds,” he says as his hand on my lower back drops further south and he runs his fingertips across the top of my ass. I shiver, from the car, from the devil of a man at my side teasing me with words that I never thought could make my insides scream with need.

Tell me more.

Please tell me more.

It’s like a drug. An aphrodisiac. His fingers gently touching my body and the power he commands. Both now at my side, and obviously when he drives.

“Flat out, she easily hits 205,” his voice whispers as his head lowers to my ear and my heart races. “You ever felt that kind of power, Peaches?” his smokey voice breathes as his fingertips raise and he runs them gently, seductively up my spine causing goosebumps to break out across my skin. “Something tells me, you’d know just how to take it. Like a good girl, wouldn’t you? Enjoying every single second of the control. The strength. The command.” I suck in a breath and swear I’m about to lose allcontrolright now if he doesn’t stop talking. “Only problem is,” he says, as he succeeds in pushing me one step forward and I find myself falling effortlessly into the passenger seat of the car. “I’m always the dominate in a relationship!”

I look up at him stunned and quickly cross my legs inside the car as if giving him any room for advance would leave me torn, damaged, pregnant with his bastard child because he can dominate any kind of control he wants after talking to me like that. Especially if it means he dominates me inthiscar!

He slams the door and looks at me like only a man who just got his way could. “I thought you weren’t getting in?” he teases.

I cock my head to the side and glare at him for a moment trying to think of a response.

“You’re the dominant,” I sass, “wouldn't want to get my peach spanked before we get to where we are going!”

Or would I?

His laugh rings through the garage as he starts to walk to the other side of the car. I swallow over a lump in my throat as he opens the driver’s door and climbs in next to me.

Thank God for the design of this car, though. The space between us serves as a divide and I look up to the Lord above and thank him for that small separation because if what I just experienced was only the beginning of the night, I am going to need it.

He starts the ignition and I swear I get off on the purr of the engine alone.

“Oh. My. God!” I exclaim as I reach out and touch the dash, as if giving her a reassuring pat will make her keep doing exactly what she’s doing to me.

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