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to the wind can be a hell of a lot of fun.
     
    “Hang on, buddy,” Jane said, giddy with a sense of adventure. “You’re about to find out.” Completely and deliberately casting aside all sense of propriety, she reached between his legs, and with one hand stroking the stiff bulge in his pants, she reached up with the other and coaxed his head down. She spent no time luxuriating in the kiss, but went right for the good stuff. She urged him to open his mouth and thrust her tongue inside, delving, tasting, mating with his tongue.
    He groaned, the sound spurring her to be even more brazen with her actions. She broke the kiss, but only long enough to look down and unfasten his pants. She slid her hand inside his snug underwear—so warm!—and fisted his erect cock. Holy shit, it was huge! Her initial impression hadn’t been wrong.
    That must have been his undoing. In a heartbeat, she found herself spun around and pinned against the car’s hood. Hands were everywhere, exploring every inch of her body. Sliding through her hair, gripping her neck, teasing her nipples to aching points, and massaging her mound until her juices were practically pulsing out of her. There was only one thought on her mind: Fuck me. Now.
    A second later, he swept her up into his arms, carried her to the black Jag parked a few spots away, and dropped her into the passenger seat. Still dazed and lost in a mire of need, she watched him drive her home.
    She didn’t ask how he knew where she lived. Didn’t really care at the moment. All she cared about was having that beautiful cock buried deep inside her. He helped her find her keys and unlock the door, and the minute they were inside, he also briskly helped her out of her clothes—if you could call it helping.
    Actually, she thought she might have heard a bit of ripping. No matter! In a strange way, it was actually stimulating.
    Before she knew it, she stood before him, completely naked in the middle of the living room. Lights on—something she’d never done, even with her ex.
    His gaze raked over her flesh, practically scorching it. She saw the primal urge in him. His jaw muscles tensed, his neck muscles tensed, his shoulder muscles tensed. He was visibly a bundle of handsome, jaw-dropping…need. And he’d gotten that way by looking at her. Wow!
    “You are absolutely stunning,” he half-said, half-growled.
    She felt a smile forming. “You like?”
    “Can’t you tell?”
    “I could tell better if you were undressed.” Her gaze focused on the junction between his legs and the visible bulge in his pants.
    “In time.”
    He stepped closer, and her body prepared for an onslaught of sensation. Instead, he halted inches from her, looked down and smiled.
    “First, I want to have some fun. Are you willing to play along?”
    Her mind zipped in a million different directions, but her body careened down the road that led to pussy-dripping arousal. That word. Fun. It could mean so many different things. Some scary—if he was into some crazy stuff—pain, torture, that kind of thing. She ached to find out what he meant.
    “Trust me,” he said into her mouth as he kissed her. The words echoed in her head. “Trust me.” His tongue dipped into her mouth and he drew hers inside his, sucking it, teasing it. The similar sensation of sucking burned between her legs. He nipped her lips with his teeth, and the same nipping stung her pussy lips. Yet, his hands remained at his sides.
    She needed his touch! Her pussy ached to be filled. Her muscles pulsed and twitched. Her knees grew wobbly.
    As if he knew she would collapse at any moment, he swept her into his arms again and carried her back to the bedroom, running his hand along the wall and snapping on the overhead light as he found the light switch, and laying her on the bed. He pinned her there, a thick arm on either side of her shoulders, his body poised above hers. She wanted to feel his weight on her, between her legs. Not knowing what else to do,