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at him from across the table where they sat eating reheated steaks and potatoes. She swallowed and wiped her lips with the napkin in her hand.
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    T-shirts. It covered her down to lower than midthigh, yet he sat there in nothing more than the jeans he'd had on earlier.
    He was even hotter to her now that she'd had him. Now that he'd had her. It had been an equal taking, maybe started by her, but finished by him. She wanted him again. Right now. On the table. She couldn't care less about the food. He was all she wanted to feast on.
    And he was asking her about her life in Florida. Her normal, everyday, non-race-car-driver-fucking life. The two worlds couldn't be further apart.
    “I do a few things. I'm a music teacher, an instrument technician, a flautist in a chamber group, and a substitute teacher from time to time at one of the high schools.”
    “Really? Wow. A jane-of-all-trades, so to speak. I'd love to hear you play sometime. Did you bring it with you? Your flute?”
    Was he serious? He wanted to hear her play? He was a twenty-five-year-old life-in-the fast-lane—literally—type of guy. Why on earth would he want to listen to her play chamber music? “Yes.”
    “That's awesome. I've never met a flute player before. Do you like Florida?”
    “It's all right.” She shrugged. “I grew up there. I haven't traveled much, so…”
    She let her words fall off because there really was no comparison between her quiet little life and his not-so-quiet and not-so-little life.
    “We'll change that.” His words were matter-of-fact as he shoved a forkful of steak into his mouth. “I'll take you around the country with me. We'll have a blast.
    When we get out to California, I'll take you to see my parents. They'll love you. Last year when I went home for the race, a few of the race teams got together and had a huge picnic and contest with kids' charities. From those, we chose winners to come and hang out with us.”
    “Your parents? Me traveling with you? I think you waited too long to eat tonight.”
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“Why? I told you this is real, Lily. I want you. Period.” He shoved his plate away and stood. “I'm going to have you too.” The predatory look in his eyes had her up out of her chair and backing away. “You can't run from me. I'm going to catch you. When I want something, I go after it. I don't sit around waiting.”
    “Y-you're too young, Cam.”
    He lifted a brow and smirked. “My age again?”
    Lily swallowed. Hard. Then licked her lips. “Fine, then. If not yours, mine. I'm too old.”
    “Bullshit.”
    He rounded the corner, and Lily had to turn her head to the side a little to see where the other corner was. His stride was so long, she wouldn't make it going backward. Damn. If he caught her, touched her, she would attack him again. He felt too good inside her. Her body wanted him. Other parts of her wanted him too, but she wasn't ready to acknowledge those yet.
    “We fit good, Lily. You're soft curves, and I'm hard planes. You're gentle, and I'm rough. I'm not letting you deny me or yourself. You want it too.”
    He reached out and snagged her fingers, pulling her to a stop. He caught her when she was within reach and tugged her close him. His cock was hard against her belly, and he slid his hand into her hair, pulling until her head tilted back. He captured her breath with his mouth.
    His other hand dropped to her ass and forced her legs apart from behind. He pulled her up tight until she was standing on tiptoes, then cupped her pussy. The shirt she wore offered her no protection. “You're so hot here.” He emphasized “here”
    with a squeeze that made her moan, then slid a long finger inside her. “And you're so damned tight and soaking wet. I want you choking my dick with this pussy every goddamned day.”
    “Cam…”
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    He let go of her and stripped off her shirt. “My bedroom is up the stairs and to