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prying eyes away from the nightly festivities. It was normally used to park trailers and other park necessities, but tonight it would be mostly empty.
    Eve hurried to catch up to him. Her ragged breathing rang in his ears and he had to fist his hands at his sides to keep from touching her again.
    “Do you really know where Angelina is?”
    “If she’s still here, there’s only one place she would be.”
    “The fireworks display,” Eve murmured as they made their way into the lot. A large flatbed truck that had housed the firework shells earlier sat silently silhouetted against the dark sky. Behind it, an expensive-looking trailer had been set up, but no lights glowed in the windows to indicate it was occupied.
    The spotlights that had been set up around the parking lot earlier had been turned off, but the neon glow from Hard Delights glittered through the foliage behind J.C.
    It was impossible to find shade out here. J.C. glanced up warily, thankfully to find that the bright silver moon had ducked out of sight behind an imposing cloud.
    “That’s our best bet. She came here for the fireworks, didn’t she?”
    Eve nodded. “Maybe I can reach her now.”
    She dipped two fingers into the valley between her breasts. J.C. swallowed hard, his dick stirring against the hard material of his jeans. His mouth went dry as she fidgeted inside her cleavage and pulled out a black cord. A microphone, J.C. realized with a start. Apprehension snaked up his spine.
    “Has that thing been on all this time?”
    “What?” Eve glanced at the small object. “Oh, this? Yeah. But don’t worry, no one heard us.” She gnawed on her lower lip, her eyebrows furrowing. “At least, I don’t think anyone heard us. I haven’t been able to reach Angelina since minutes after she stepped through the park gates.”
    J.C. threw his hands up in the air. “That’s great. Next you’ll tell me you have our entire conversation on tape.”
    She shot him a look that could melt steel. It almost worked, too. His cock twitched, softening slightly under her withering glare. “Are you always this paranoid, or is it a trait I bring out in you?”
    “Oh, it’s definitely just you,” he assured her. Since he’d met her, his emotions had swerved wildly from the urge to throttle her, to the urge to fuck her senseless. He hadn’t been anywhere near this wound up before she strolled through the door of the “Blow Me Away” mechanical shed.
    “Angelina?” Eve murmured into the microphone. “Can you hear me, hon?”
    A hollow, plastic sound echoed nearby. J.C. slowed his pace, scanning the area. Here, so far away from the center of the park, the sounds of merriment and male groans echoed with no more than a dim buzz.
    “If you’re there, please say something. I’m worried about you.”
    The fuzzy white noise sounded closer now. Something crunched under J.C.’s foot. He stopped and peered at the smooth dark asphalt. There, barely visible in the dark lay another microphone identical to the one Eve held close to her lips.
    He knelt and picked up the broken pieces. “I don’t think she’ll be able to answer you.”
    Eve’s face drained of color. She snatched the object from his hand, her lips hardening into a thin line. “I told you she was in danger. If only you’d let me get to her sooner I might have been able to --”
    A cascade of giggles, loud and crystalline, cut off the rest of Eve’s words. A sharp gasp and a moan followed in quick succession.
    Eve dropped both microphones and ran toward the sound, J.C. close on her heels. They careened around the side of the flatbed and stopped beside the open door of the truck.
    “Well, I’ll be damned.” J.C. ran both his hands through his hair and peered inside the cab. The smell of sweat and thick, eager arousal assaulted his senses. “Looks like your friend was in danger after all. The imminent danger of impending orgasm.”
    * * *
    Eve was almost at the park gate before J.C. caught up to her.