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“Yeah. Even with my father’s antics I still have at least that lying around. I should be able to move it without him noticing.”

“I bet that’s chicken change to you,” she says a little snarky, and I smile.

“Yup.”

She shakes her head.

“But seriously,” she says. “You’re not kidding me, right? This isn’t like some prank show, is it? Are cameras going to come out?”

“No,” I assure her. “I’m serious. We can even sign a contract to that effect. What do you think?”

She spouts some more words of disbelief for the next few minutes, but by the time the waiter comes back to take our food orders, she says, “Well, I would be stupid to turn that down. Where do I sign?”

I laugh at her eagerness and let her know I’ll send her the contract tomorrow. I even tell her that I’ll pay if she wants to hire a lawyer to help her look it over, and she beams, radiating excitement the entire night.

It makes the rest of the dinner pleasant. The food is good, the smile doesn’t leave her face, and the conversation doesn’t end.

And with each second that passes, I want her more and more. I want her glittering eyes staring at me in pure lust. I want her sensual lips under mine. I want her skin between my teeth.

Eventually, I drag my seat closer and reach under the table, touching her thigh.

She looks at me in alarm, which quickly gives way to a moan of desire as I lean over and kiss her neck. “Well, now that we’ve got that out of the way? How about we have a little fun?”

CHAPTER NINE

CARLY

We don’t make it to the car.

It’s a testament to how quickly and thoroughly lust takes over because I don’t even think anything of it when Micah suddenly spins me around and presses my back against the wall, capturing my lips with his. The taste of wine and lust spreads across my tongue. I get drunk off it, sucking on his tongue, savoring his flavor, the feel of him.

My heart pounds in my ears, waves of lust crashing into me. My brain flatlines. Every single thought is scorched beneath a wave of desire. Every thought except one.

It’s not enough.

I need more.

I lift a single leg, through the slit of my dress, wrapping it around his waist as his hips drive deeper into me. Tingles explode all over my skin, sensation focused on his hardness. Memories of his large cock have me gasping into his mouth as I enjoy the heated brand on my pussy. Excitement seeps into my bones.

He’s going to fuck me again.

That’s already a foregone conclusion. We’re going to have explosive sex, right here right now, and the only question is how long we can get it to last. We race toward the peak now, desire shooting up, urging us to go faster. My body longs for the destination even as my mind relishes the journey.

My nipples pucker up, my pussy aches. Need whips me into a frenzy, turning the kiss rougher, wetter, more desperate.

Somewhere in the back of my mind, I recall that we’re in a dark alley near the parking lot, between the restaurant and the building next to it that looks like a used car lot. Technically, it’s empty right now but it’s not private by any stretch of the word. Anyone could walk up and see us, see his lips tearing at mine, my hand tugging his hair desperately as his left hand slowly slides my dress up.

The possibility of getting caught should make me stop.

Instead, it only drives my passion higher. The erotic threat makes us wilder until we’re barely taking breaths in between kisses. We’re too driven by our need to devour each other.

Micah’s lips nip mine and then it’s his turn to suck my tongue for a moment before he pulls back. I blink, dazed by the loss of his lip. It takes a second for my vision to focus enough to look into his eyes. They’re dark with a half-crazed sheen.

There’s a question in them when he growls, “I want you, Carly. So fucking badly.”

“I want you too.” The words are barely a whisper in the wind before he kisses me again, a short harsh kiss that leads to his kissing down my neck.

With a groan, my head falls back, panted breaths fogging in the air. My heart threatens to beat out of my chest, and I bite back a plea for him to go faster. I don’t know if I’ll even be able to bear it if he does. His mouth on my neck is already driving me crazy. Each section of skin he licks becomes hypersensitive, even to barest gusts of air. I want to beg him to touch my nipples but that might just send me careening over the edge.

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