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pussy, in her, all over her.
    She didn’t have to open her eyes to know she mesmerized him. “Oh yeah, oh please,” she chanted and rocked, tension rising up through her chest and down her arms, her legs tensing. Concentrating solely on her clitoris, she molded the hard plastic to her little button and held on.
    “Oh God, oh God.” Her body shivered and shimmied, trembled, jerked. She moaned and cried out, aware of him watching, wanting, until the moment when nothing else existed but her clit and the toy. Something exploded deep inside and shot out. For an instant she couldn’t hear a thing, didn’t know where she was, she was simply a starburst of sensation.
    She came to herself with the hot sun beating down through the windshield, and his even hotter gaze on her.
    “Sweet God,” he whispered, then gave her his profile once more as he negotiated a steeper curve.
    Flipping the vibrator off, she let it fall from her fingers to the floor of the car. She’d come harder than she could remember in a long time.
    “Gee, that was good,” she quipped. Then a dirty, naughty, outrageous thought came to her as to how she’d pay him back for getting her to diddle herself right here in his car. “And you didn’t get anything,” she teased.
    Kyle rubbed his cock. “I can get off now, if you’d like.”
    Josie laughed. “Too messy, and you’ll get us killed on this road.”
    They’d neared the summit, and Josie hadn’t noticed that he’d already almost gotten them killed. Kyle’s cock was as hard as a spike. She’d ridden the vibrator and all he could think about was pulling over, throwing the toy out the window, and driving hard inside her. When she came, she’d moaned and writhed and gave voice to her pleasure, the sound so sensual he’d felt it like a touch.
    Fuck. That was hot.
    And he hadn’t even seen her pussy yet.
    “You’re wet.”
    She glanced down at her panties, then quickly back up at him, and watched his eyes as she slowly traced her fingers over the damp silk.
    “You’re gonna kill me doing that.” He didn’t know how he managed to stay on the road.
    When she slipped her hand inside the elastic, her fingers moving, twisting, testing, he felt himself going mad.
    Then quick as a blink, she leaned forward and ran her wet finger across his bottom lip.
    He almost lost it.
    “Taste me,” she whispered, slipping a finger in his mouth.
    Holy hell. She was ambrosia. Sweet, hot, all woman. Just like she smelled. Then she licked the rim of his ear.
    “You need to get back in your seat now.” His voice broke between the words, and for a moment he couldn’t even breathe, he wanted her so badly.
    “Spoilsport,” she muttered, but sank into her seat. “This was your idea, you know.”
    He laughed, still feeling light-headed. “I know. And it was one of my better ones.” He chanced a glance her way. “I’ve never seen anything better.”
    Her eyes glittered. “And you can’t touch it.”
    “Not today.”
    She smiled low and lazy, leaning back against the door once more, her skirt now pulled over her knees. Yet in that position, her legs were still spread. He could still smell her. She could still make him insane.
    “Maybe never,” she teased.
    At least he hoped to hell she was teasing.
    Her lips tipped in a sultry smile. “You need a souvenir.”
    His souvenir was on his mouth. He could smell her, taste her, dream of her, whack off to her later.
    She shifted, wriggled, then finally held up her green satin thong, the crotch damp with her delicious juices. She laid the pretty lingerie across the console between them.
    “Here’s what you’re going to do.” She paused dramatically.
    “I’m all ears.” She probably wanted him to masturbate with them like a horny teenager.
    “I want you to wear them to work tomorrow.”
    He barked out a laugh. Couldn’t help himself. “You’re kidding, right?”
    “No more than you were kidding about the vibrator.”
    She didn’t really expect . . . He