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    Another smack on the opposite cheek was no less severe. “Ow!” she said more loudly. “That hurt.”
    His hand cupped her pussy. “Don’t say you didn’t like it.”
    Good lord, she had. His palm caressed her intimately—a chaser of gentleness after the fiery slaps.
    “You’re gonna learn to trust me, Marti. I don’t say what I don’t mean. I don’t make promises I’ll ever take back.”
    “I’m not really afraid you’ll change your mind someday. You’d stick to the bitter end. It’s not why I said no.”
    Fingers slid back inside her slick passage. “Then why? Tell me.”
    Her breasts grew heavy, the tips tightening into diamond-hard little points that scraped against the soft cotton lining of the bustier. “What if I get restless? It’s happened before. My feet itch and I give everything away. Then suddenly I’m on a plane headed somewhere I’ve never been before.”
    “You’re nesting in the apartment. Think I haven’t noticed the little things you’ve moved in to make it pretty? I don’t think you want to leave.”
    “Maybe I was trying to make it nice for you.”
    “You’re makin’ it yours. Besides, marrying me doesn’t mean I’ll ever hold you down. Your feet itch, we’ll take a trip. Anywhere that strikes your fancy. You don’t have to go it alone.”
    What he said sounded…nice. As independent as she’d been, there had been plenty of times she’d been caught off-guard by a sudden paralysis in a new place where she didn’t speak the language, didn’t understand the customs. How much better would it be if she had a companion?
    The scrape of a zipper sounded, and she held her bottom still. The blunt head of his cock butted against her pussy, found her center and plunged inside.
    She glanced over her shoulder, watching as he clutched the door frame. His free hand fit into the bend of her hip to keep her ass where he needed it to be, bracing her for the short, hard strokes he delivered.
    “You’re the prettiest whore I’ve ever seen,” he whispered.
    “We never set a price,” she gasped, searching for a handhold and grabbing the metal rod beneath the head rest to hold firm against his sharpening thrusts.
    A siren chirped. A bright beam of light flashed into the vehicle, blinding her. She froze on the seat.
    Jackson on the other hand didn’t stop moving behind her.
    She reached back to shove him away, but he grabbed her wrist and held it, stroking deeper.
    “Thought you had this all worked out?” she whispered furiously.
    “I do.” He released her hand, halted his motions and stepped away, his cock slipping slowly from inside her.
    Marti flipped down her skirt and turned to sit on the backseat, biting her bottom lip, wondering what the hell was going on and how she’d manage to live through the embarrassment.
    Beside her, the door opened. A flashlight blinded her. “Lady, you’re under arrest.”
    It was Mondo, and from the grit in his voice, he was straining not to laugh.
    “You guys think this is funny?”
    Mondo leaned inside, grinning as his gaze took in her get up. “You mad because you’re embarrassed or because you were almost there?”
    “I’m gonna kill you,” she ground out, heat spreading down her neck to the tops of her breasts.
    “Shall we add threatening bodily harm to an officer of the law to the charges?”
    In the rearview mirror, she watched a car slide into the alley, and she glanced over her shoulder to look out the rear window. “Is this a freaking convention?”
    It was the red Plymouth. Gus stepped out, his ball cap still planted on his head.
    Mondo backed away with a sigh. “I’m in uniform or you wouldn’t be getting off so easy, chica .”
    Gus stepped past him and eased onto the seat, his torso twisting as he faced her.
    “What’s going on?” she asked, crossing her arms over her chest.
    Gus gave her a crooked smile then picked her up by the waist and turned her to face him. Then his fingers tucked into the top of her