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Marc freezes, with the straw barely touching his lips. “For what?”

“For being you.”

His eyes narrow as confusion clouds his eyes. “It’s not like I can be anyone else.”

We share a laugh before sipping our shakes.

True to her word, our plates of food are delivered in a few minutes.

I take a bite of the juicy cheeseburger and moan. It is just as good as last time and is just comforting enough to help me forget about my slashed tires and Marc’s ticket, even if it is just temporarily.

Marc’s eyes are on me like a hawk stalking his prey.

“Careful making those kinds of noises.”

I softly moan again.

“Or what?” I challenge.

“Or we will be getting our meals to go and risking many tickets to get home as fast as I can, so I don’t bend you over right here and right now.”

My core clenches and I gulp.

He’s painted quite the picture.

I want him and I want him now.

“Your house is ten to twelve minutes away.”

He leans closer to me from across the table. “I can make it home in eight.”

Eight minutes to home and another one to two minutes until I’m screaming through an orgasm.

Moisture grows between my legs. “Then let’s get this to go.”

Marc pays as I pack up our meals, leaving our half-drunk milkshakes behind.

Neither one of us speaks as Marc drives home. His fingers trail up my thighs in a tantalizing manner.

With each stroke, Marc gets closer and closer to my apex.

“It’s a shame you don’t have a backseat.”

Marc squeezes my thigh. “I’ll trade this car in tomorrow for a van.”

Chuckling, I playfully smack his hand that is on my thigh. “That’s not what I meant. I can wait a few minutes until we are home.”

“Car sex would be fun.”

It would be exciting and thrilling. Especially in the new SUV’s where the entire back two rows fold down to make a bed.

Our conversation dies as he pulls his car into the garage.

As soon as the garage door begins to close, I get out and start undressing.

He pulls his shirt over his head and places it on the hood of his car as he walks towards me.

I unbutton my shorts and let them fall to my feet. Stepping out of them, I meet him at the front of the car.

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