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not going to bed with you,” she blurted out.
    A number of expressions crossed his face before he responded.
    Incomprehension. Surprise. And then wariness. “Did I miss something?”
     
    What had happened between them just now hadn’t been one-sided by any means. He would stake his rather substantial and hard-won bedroom instincts against it. He hadn’t misread her or misinterpreted her or overstepped. Virginia’s shy, light kiss and then impassioned reciprocation of his own kisses and fevered writhing beneath him were what had driven him to shove her skirt up right there on the leather seat of the limousine and get her off, shielded behind the opaque tinted glass. And she had been eager to get off—on a hair trigger in fact. He could still feel the walls of her tight pussy squeezing his fingers as she came. She was so wet, she was lucky he’d still had the presence of mind to wait until they had more privacy to actually fuck her.
    So what the hell was going on now?
    “Tell your driver to pull over. I’ll get a cab.”
    “Why? What’s wrong?”
    “What’s wrong is I let a little kiss go too far.”
    To describe the hot foreplay they’d just engaged in—her pussy juice still lingering on his fingers despite that he’d politely wiped them off with a tissue—as a little kiss was quite an understatement. Her blouse was still damp from his mouth. Aaron laughed, leaning back against the plush leather and considered pouring himself a drink from the small portable oak bar in the corner. “I’d say we didn’t let it go far enough.”
    “Well, I didn’t. Ask you, I mean.”
    “No, you just kissed me. Oh, and let me finger-fuck you too, of course.”
    “For God’s sake—”
    “What? I’m just saying. I didn’t exactly see you pushing me away and we’re both a little too old to play at making out. You were turned on, and you got off. Fine. You’re welcome. But if you don’t mind me pointing out, I’m still turned on.”
    Her eyes flicked down, apparently registering that the excellent tailoring of his pants still didn’t hide a rather obvious erection.
    He didn’t mind her looking, but he’d rather she touched.
    “So let’s go to my apartment.”
    “No, let’s not,” she said tersely, her cheeks bright red. “This is not going to happen.”
    He stared at her. Incredible.
    She most definitely meant it—the stiff way she held herself, her back probably not even touching the back seat of the limousine, ensured it. There would certainly be no further kisses, or open legs, or anything else from Virginia Beckett tonight. But goddamn it, he was mystified by the whole thing. Not to mention, still turned on as hell.
    “Fine. If you can’t wait until we get to my apartment, then I’m more than willing to fuck you right here. Is that what you really wanted after all? Do you have some fetish about doing it in cars or something?” A little harsher than he’d meant to be, but he wasn’t exactly feeling kindly toward Virginia Beckett right now.
    “Fetish? You conceited jerk!”
    “I think you covered that one last time.”
    “Just because I won’t have sex in the car, I’m a pervert!”
    “I told you we could wait until we got back to my apartment. You’re the one who wouldn’t.”
    “Not because I wanted to have sex with you! Because I didn’t !”
    “So you say. But you better work out that little writhing thing you do then and the moans, sweetheart. Because you’re sure as hell sending the wrong signals. Not to mention you were so wet—”
    “You cannot possibly be this much of a jerk.”
    Well, actually, right now he was feeling pretty jerky. As well as not exactly suave. What had been his plan for dinner again? Softening her up with seduction before he went for the jugular with her company. Isn’t exactly working out, Winston.
    Maybe he had dazzled her, he thought ironically, and carried a simple spontaneous kiss further than she had meant to go. Underneath that frosty exterior lurked