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“And I’d like to help you.”
    Impulsively she reached for his hand, then almost flinched at the sensual heat of his skin. “I’m here for you, Darryl, however you need me.” This was insanely rash, but she still said it, “You only have to ask… But there’s no pressure. You don’t have to do anything but relax. Take it easy.” What was she saying? Maybe she should back off a bit? “In fact, if you feel tired now, you could have a nap in the car. It’s quite a drive back into town in this traffic.”
    The look in Darryl’s eyes was enigmatic. There in those brown depths was an unexpected quality of knowingness that was one of the sexiest things Hettie had ever seen, yet his verbal answer was strangely mild and noncommittal.
    “Thank you. You’re very kind. I do feel tired. But I’ll try not to fall asleep. It’d be a bit rude, wouldn’t it? When we’ve only just met.”
    Words seemed superfluous, and although they did chat for a few minutes about their destination and other neutral topics, a companionable silence soon descended over them.
    Companionable, but for Hettie, not exactly comfortable. As Darryl’s sooty eyelashes drifted down again, and he did indeed fall asleep, she realized he was still holding her hand. She felt every sense in her body come to sudden demanding life. The warm fingers that curved around hers seemed to burn her trembling skin.
    Unthinkable as it was, after barely an hour of knowing him, she found herself desiring this beautiful man. A wave of guilt tore through her, but she couldn’t seem to prevent her mind and her imagination from running wild!
    It was easy to imagine Darryl nude. His body would be the same sleek toffee tan as his face and the long, sensual hand that still rested in hers. He’d be lean, obviously, and she pictured his chest silky and hairless and his groin heavily furred with deepest black. His sex—oh boy!—would be generous, jutting imperiously from his loins. She saw him now, in her mind’s eye, superbly erect, his stiff shaft rearing up in tribute to her beauty, the tip red and hugely distended, the slit open and weeping a stream of clear juice.
    Trying to breathe slowly and lightly, so as not to disturb him, she settled back into the seat, closed her own eyes and tried to find some inner calm. Some control over the images that clamored in her mind.
    This is insane! I’m not sex maniac! Not everything has to be erotic!
    But the images were impossible to quell, and she felt again that strange sensation of her sex drive cutting loose from her emotions.
    With a soundless sigh, she let the fantasy pour right over her. Shifting her legs, she surreptitiously adjusted her bottom so that the hard-stitched seam of her jeans went deep into the cleft of her sex. When she edged an inch or two closer to the edge of the seat, the slack was taken up and the stiff unyielding ridge pressed hard against the swollen bud of her clitoris. All she needed to do now was wriggle, and she could masturbate without even using her fingers. Squirming discreetly, she tried to summon Darryl’s naked but imaginary body to the center stage of her mind.
    But he was gone.
    She blinked her eyes open, and knew the cause. It was directly in front of her. In the form of a strongly shaped male skull and dizzyingly blond hair, shaven short.
    Her fantasy reassembled itself, and even though the beautiful Darryl stood on the sidelines, naked and touching himself, it was Starr lying on her bed. Starr, bare, erect and inviting.
    Hettie stood beside him, her thin lace slip accentuating her body and its aroused state rather than concealing it. Her dark, swollen nipples were clearly visible, and likewise the tantalizing shadow of her lush pubic curls. As she got onto the bed, kneeling beside him, his electric blue eyes flared with lust, and that mighty cock she knew so well trembled in tribute. Acknowledging his salute, she took his strong, capable hand in hers and guided his fingers beneath the