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“Well, then read me someromance.” I risk a glance her way, and she licks her lips, contemplating my request. “Read me your favorite part.”

“Okay,” she says cheerily, flipping through it before settling on a page. “Are you ready?”

“Yep.” I rub my fingertips along her bare thigh, and she clears her throat.

“He slides his hand up her thigh towards her aching pussy.” My gaze snaps to hers with intrigue apparent all over my face before I forcibly return my attention to the road. My hand inches higher up her leg, and she squirms in her seat. “His fingertips play with her lace thong. ‘I’m so fucking wet for you,’ Sky says in a breathless tone.” My dick twitches in my pants, and she’s only three freaking sentences in. Sophia lowers the tone of her voice a few octaves. “‘Then let me fuck you, baby. Let me fuck you right here. Right now.’” I chuckle at Sophia’s impersonation of the male dialogue.

“Don’t laugh.” She hits me playfully against the arm. “Or I’ll stop.”

“Please don’t stop,” I rasp out, attempting to stay focused on the road as my dick strains painfully against my zipper.

“He dips his fingers into her soaking wet pussy, then brings them to his mouth, sucking off her juices. ‘Mmmmm.’” I glance in the rear and side view mirrors. We’re the only car on the road—have been for miles…

As quickly as I can without freaking Sophia out, I pull onto the shoulder and turn on the hazards. “What are you doing?” she asks as I hop out of the truck and slam the door, rounding the front to her side. I yank open her door and hoist myself on the foot bar before reaching over and undoing her seat belt. “Elijah?”

“Get out of the truck,” I say firmly, tossing her book onto my seat, noticing the title in the process.

“What?”

“Get out of the damn truck, Sunflower.”

An amused smile spreads across her pretty little lips. She climbs down, and I’ve hoisted her into my arms before her second foot touches the ground.

Her legs wrap around me. “What are yo—” I slam her against the back door of the truck, and a breathy laugh escapes her. She bites her lower lip, staring up at me with those forest “fuck me” eyes.

“You drive me insane, you know that, baby?” I whisper in her ear, trailing my fingertips along her shoulder, and goosebumps appear directly beneath them. “You make me a desperate man.”

“You asked me to read you my favorite part.”

“Mm-hmm.” I take her earlobe between my teeth and suck it gently. A sweet little moan escapes her lips that has me repeating the action. “Your book wasPride and Prejudice, Sunflower. And it’s been a while since I’ve read it… but I don’t remember that part.” Her mouth opens before she purses her lips, trying to stifle a smile at me finding out her little secret. “That dirty talk was all you, filthy girl.”

Her hungry eyes drink me in. “I thought it would help distract you.”

“I am well and truly distracted.” I lean down and kiss her neck, holding her against the side of my truck.

“Clearly.” She presses her lips to my neck, mumbling against it, “Aren’t you worried someone will see us?”

“Let them see.” Setting her ass on the passenger seat, I angle her legs so they’re dangling out of the cab, giving me the perfect view of her translucent, lacy blue panties. “Did you wear these for me?”

“Well, I didn’t buy fifteen dollar underwear for Sage.” She widens her legs. “But please don’t rip these off. I can’t afford to keep replacing them.”

“I’ll buy you all of Victoria’s Secret. Just let me have my fun,” I tease, gliding my palms up her thighs, lifting her dress. She glances around, her body trembling with anticipation as I tug her ass to the edge of the seat, resting my hands over the tiny strings holding this scrap of lace onto her hips. I twist one of them between my fingers, then jerk it to the side, and her eyes go wide.

“Elijah, I can’t meet your mother without underwear on,” she says sternly.

“Fine.” I tug her panties down, tossing them to the floorboard, and return my attention back between her legs. “There’s my perfect pussy.” I dip my head down, and she whimpers, dragging her fingers through my hair. I flick my tongue against her clit, gliding my hand firmly up her thigh towards her soaking wet entrance. “Fucking delicious,” I mumble against her before sliding two fingers inside.

“Elijah,” she moans, arching against me, pulling my head closer. I pump my fingers in a steady rhythm, angling them upwards to hit her favorite spot. She cries out in pleasure so loudly a flock of birds flies out of the tree line.

“Noisy girl.” I chuckle. “Keep it up for me, baby. You’re almost there.”

She rides my hand, and I don’t even come up for air until she’s clenching around my fingers and collapsing against the seat.

“Holy shit,” she pants.

“Holy is right.” Her gaze connects with mine, and I suck her sweetness off my fingers, just like her book described. She bites her lower lip, panting as I grab her panties off the floorboard and twirl them around my finger. “Are yousureyou have to put these back on?”

“Positive,” she says halfheartedly. “But you’re welcome to take them off again later.”

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