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    It’s ten o’clock when Robyn exits the club. She’s alone. I get out of my truck and walk toward her. She’s not happy, but she joins me.
    “What’s going on?” I ask.
    “Drive me to the beach.”
    I walk to the passenger door and open it. “Get in.”
    She does so without hesitation. We drive in uncomfortable silence, barreling across the JFK Bridge at a hundred miles an hour. We hit the end of Whitecap Boulevard and I stop feet from the water.
    I’m beyond frustrated—almost angry that she’s put me in this position. I’m very protective of women. But I’m also a man. “Why are we here?” I ask.
    She swallows, obviously uncertain about what to do.
    “Do you accept rides from strangers often?” I know she doesn’t, but I need to be the only one.
    She looks at me incredulously. “No.”
    “Are you involved with someone? Is that what this is all about?” Again, I know the answer. My questions make her more uncomfortable. She’s squirming, throwing me death looks.
    “If I were,” she says, “I wouldn’t be here.”
    I believe her. She’s a good girl. “How long has it been?”
    She shakes her head. “Why can’t you ask me normal questions? My last name, or what I like to do?”
    “Is that why we’re here, Robyn? To make small talk?” I hate speaking to her like this. But I refuse to take this to the next level if she’s scared. “How long?” I press.
    “Too long,” she whispers.
    The truth speaks volumes. She’s afraid to let go. I shove the seat back all the way and turn toward her. “Come here.” It’s not a friendly request.
    She responds immediately, straddling me. Our mouths collide violently. I’d suck her inside me if I could. She whimpers as I plunge my tongue inside her mouth. My hands work frantically to get underneath her soft cotton T-shirt. She’s braless and I clamp onto her breasts possessively, filling my hands with soft flesh. She’s all over me, pressing against me, raking her teeth across my lips. She’s unbelievable. She melts into me, and I shift underneath, guiding her lithe form across my crotch. Our kisses grow deep and desperate. She tastes like vanilla. And her velvet skin sets my fingers on fire. I relieve her of her shirt. My hands and mouth claim her firm breasts. I suck violently on both nipples, moving from one to the other in a blind frenzy. She throws her head back, moaning with pleasure.
    “Robyn . . .”
    “Don’t stop now!” she cries.
    Her hand burrows between my legs. I clench my teeth as she massages my dick through my pants. I’m glad I didn’t wear Levis tonight. The soft material doesn’t inhibit her hands. She grabs a handful and rubs me up and down. I feel liquid seep from the head of my cock. I flip her over, laying her across my generous front seat. She looks as helpless as a virginal sacrifice. And I want to sink my dick inside her—it’s killing me to hold back. I lean down, running my tongue up her flat belly, following the curve of her body until I reach her slim throat.
    She’s incredible.
    Our mouths meet again, and I nip her bottom lip. “I want you . . .” I whisper near her ear.
    She’s breathless. Hot and ready to go. But it wouldn’t be right. I know it. And I punch the ceiling. Care first, sex after. Especially if I want to see her again. We need more time together.
    It startles her. “What’s wrong?”
    “Everything,” I say fiercely. “And nothing.”
    Tension emanates from her tiny body. A minute ago we were approaching the point of no return, yet now she’s staring at me, wondering if I’m going to blow her off. I don’t want to sabotage this. The attraction between us is staggering. But I know myself too well. If I start, I won’t be able to stop.
    She reaches for me, but I grab her hands. I see the need in her eyes. “Wait,” I say. I curse myself a hundred times.
    “But . . .”
    “There’s time. Don’t rush into something you might regret later.”