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hoisting her legs around his waist.
    Metal groaned beneath them, but Kayla barely heard it. Blood pounded against her eardrums, a staggered beat permeated only by the echo of Booker’s moans. He sank a hand into her hair, pulling her back when she would’ve happily gone on licking into his mouth.
    He smelled of engine grease and metal, the night like a shroud around them, headlights splashing their shadows onto the tarmac.
    “What do you need?” Booker gritted out thickly.
    Kayla let out a shuddering breath. “I—I don’t know.” Shame gripped her. What was she doing, throwing herself at a man like Booker? She had a boyfriend. Zach would chew her ass for this when he found out.
    And he would find out. Secrets didn’t stay buried in this town.
    Booker slid an arm around her waist and spun her around.
    Kayla gasped as she slammed her hands against the warm hood, humiliation morphing into sudden, selfish want . “What are you doing?”
    Booker hauled her up with one hand in her hair, all trace of hesitation gone, and cupped Kayla’s pussy with the other. His hot breaths fanned against her cheek.
    “What do you need?”
    Kayla couldn’t think, her mouth a desert, eagerness ballooning in her belly. It was at once a relief and a surprise to feel Booker scrabble to insinuate his hand into her pajama bottoms.
    “Fuck, look at you… So wet.”
    He filled her with a thick finger, easily parting her inner lips. They were outside, in full view of the clubhouse and the road beyond. Anyone alerted by the noise could happen upon them.
    Apprehension only made the pleasure sweeter.
    There was little room for Kayla to rock her hips down, but that didn’t keep her from trying. She craved this. She had come to Booker just for this—his skillful touch, no matter how complicated once the flurry of lust washed away, unlocked something at her core. Pandora’s Box refused to be shut again.
    Kayla bucked in his arms, riding his fingers like the slut she was. Moans built in her throat despite her best efforts to smother them.
    Booker raked his teeth over the slope of her neck, a warning she couldn’t seem to process. She only knew she wanted more.
    “Please,” Kayla bit out, softer and more plaintive than she wanted to be. Zach always took a little prompting, a little groveling. She saw no reason why Booker would be any different.
    “Shut up,” he shot back.
    Kayla flinched, heat rushing to her face. “I don’t—”
    He abruptly released his grip on her and covered her mouth with a warm palm instead. “If you can’t be quiet, I’ll gag you.”
    A flash of dread flared in Kayla’s chest. He wouldn’t…would he?
    She wasn’t sure. She didn’t know much about Booker or the caliber of his threats. What she did know was that his hand was spurring her toward the edge and she wasn’t going to last much longer if he kept that up.
    “You close?” Booker grunted, husky and rough.
    Kayla nodded shakily, trapped between his shoulder and the press of his fingers over her mouth. She was teetering on the brink, sopping folds splayed wide in the palm of his hand. Each burst of friction triggered another spike of pleasure. She didn’t know how much more she could take.
    “Yeah? Reckon you deserve to come?”
    She had kept Booker at arm’s length for a week, always avoiding him when he came by the Grounds, always wary that Zach would tell her to go with him again. She was too much of a coward to explain why she’d given him the slip in the first place. It wasn’t fear.
    It was nothing so simple.
    Breaths knifing in and out of her lungs, Kayla shook her head. Her eyes stung with bitter tears. She didn’t deserve her orgasm no matter how desperately she might have craved it. She hadn’t earned it.
    Booker must’ve agreed, because in the next moment he was retrieving his hands and pushing her down to the hood of the Mercedes. He could have slammed her down if he wanted to hurt her for real. His callowness was perfectly