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point.
She chuckled and stared at his crotch. That it is.
Jay shook his head as Blaina returned her attention to the road. She took temptation to a
whole new level, making it a competition, one he wasn t sure whether it was better to win or
lose. Either way he ended up rigid as a damn steel pipe, dick hurting for Blaina.
Anytime he got near her, he wanted to touch, taste, consume her, to ease this compulsive
longing. She d crept under his skin, into his blood, he felt her every time he breathed. Fucking
her hadn t lessened the obsession& at least not yet. So he had to learn to live with it until he
regained control. Blaina deserved better than a wild beast bent on mating with her anytime they
were alone.
When he d asked her out, the catalyst had been his damn electric boner. He d needed to
know that after work he d be able to get his hands and mouth all over that tight little body. But as
the day dragged on, and he watched Blaina so focused on her work, perfectly hitting every mark,
he found himself looking forward to the date for other, non-sexual reasons. He wanted to spend
time talking with Blaina, getting to know the woman who enchanted him more every day.
But damn, she was walking, talking, breathing temptation, and it was going to be fucking
difficult, if not impossible, to keep from ripping her clothes off and driving himself deep inside
her body the moment they had some privacy.
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Traffic eased and she made it the rest of the way to Woodley in minutes, driving in to the
same parking lot Production had used last Friday night. The park was busy, families eating at the
picnic tables, kids playing on the jungle gym and kicking soccer balls. Not exactly the kind of
place where he could throw Blaina against her car and have his way with her again.
And that was a good thing. Tonight he d focus on getting to know her, and not just getting
inside her.
As Blaina pulled into a space, he said, Too bad it s so crowded. I was hoping to see you
slide this car like you did the Elise last week.
She grabbed her food and tea off his lap. Oh, I can slide anything. If you re nice, maybe I ll
show you later tonight.
Maybe he should work on keeping his stupid mouth shut. He might even make it through the
night if she d stop being so damned inviting.
Like that was going to happen. He opened the door and got out of the car. Best incentive
I ve ever had to play nice.
Good. Lifting her cup, she teased the straw in and out of her mouth, sucking it, sliding her
lips up and down before getting enough liquid to swallow. He tore his gaze away. Not that he
didn t want to watch, but then his cock would stay rock hard and there wouldn t be a damn thing
he could do about it until after they finished eating, the sun went down and he found a spot amid
the reeds and bushes far away from children s eyes.
Don t tease me like that or there s gonna be a lot more than just cars sliding.
I thought that was the point.
Only one of them.
Oh? Intriguing. She winked.
The picnic area was overcrowded. Without either of them saying a word, they moved in
tandem toward the marshy edge of the park, eating their food while they walked.
Jay studied her in the fading light. The baggy jeans concealed her slender figure, but they
didn t hide the power in her stride. It was like she couldn t do anything halfway full of
reckless, unrestrained energy seeping out of every pore, infecting those around her. He d noticed
it the first moment she d stepped into his life, sliding out of her car, offering tools then a night he
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would never forget. Even when they d been at each other s throats she d been full of that fiery
passion. No wonder he couldn t get enough of her she always had more to give.
In an effort to shift the date into safe, non-sexual territory, and to appease his curiosity about
this enigma of a woman, he asked, What got you into stunts anyway?
Hmmm& Blaina munched a fry. An asshole ex-boyfriend and my own damn thrill-
seeking. What about you?
There was too damn much to that story, things he didn t talk about with anyone. The guilt-
ridden memories that had turned him into the man he was today. He shrugged and gave her the
abridged version. It kinda found me. I ve been spinning cars since high school. Where else
could I get paid to do that?
The scar on his chest throbbed with a dull ache. He ignored it, nudging the paper down and
ripping into his burger.
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