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Bare.
    “Fuck me,” he said on a whoosh of breath, dick pounding in desperation. “No hair.”
    She was bare there, soft and bare and delicate like a baby’s butt.
    “Brazilian wax,” she whispered into his mouth. “Like it?”
    “‘Like’ is too mild a word,” he said with a deep growl and captured her lips, eating at her mouth, taking possession of her with his tongue. He wanted his fingers inside her, pushing into her as his tongue thrust in her mouth.
    He ventured lower.
    “Oh God, you’ve got to be kidding me.” He hissed as he grazed something metallic. A clit ring. He was going to come in his pants. She was exceeding all his expectations by far, and those had been frigging high to begin with.
    “You have a piercing on your clit?” he all but shouted out.
    She laughed at his outraged tone. He didn’t mean it as a reproach, but come on; she looked all sweet and soft on the outside, the perfect good girl. And then she turned her smoky eyes at him, and surprise, surprise, she was a she-wolf. A sex goddess. With a clit ring. And he was the one who was supposed to be a bad boy? Please.
    “On the hood of my clit,” she corrected him, clearly amused.
    “If tats make me a bad boy, I’d like to know what that clit ring makes you, baby.”
    “Bored,” she answered, shrugging, trying to sound nonchalant. He studied her for a second. She wasn’t fooling him; she was far from unaffected. As he purposefully brushed the piece of metal with his fingertips and then caressed her swollen clit, shivers raked her body and she gripped his shoulders, her breathing labored.
    “No, sweetheart. It makes you a wicked pirate princess. Now I’m in trouble. You’re going to make me come in my pants like a fucking freshman.”
    “Hardly.” She rolled her hips, offering herself to his touch. A ragged moan left her lips as he let his fingers wander south, sinking into her tender folds. She was hot and wet, her folds creaming, ready for him. Shit, getting her to come was going to be damn sweet torture for him.
    “I’m going to love doing you with my tongue,” he mumbled into her mouth. “Later, though. First I want you to explode around my fingers.”
    Her scent was all around him, making his mouth water, getting his hard-on to flex and pulse in agony, when suddenly someone knocked on the truck window.
    “Hey, James, is that you?” he heard.
    Pop . There went the bubble.
    Tate screamed and jumped away from his lap, trying all at once to close her blouse and button her pants.
    It took James a couple of seconds to reroute enough blood supply from his cock to his brain to be able to fully understand what was going on and get his bearings. They’d obviously been so busy with each other, panting like horny teenagers, the glass so steamed up that they hadn’t seen anybody approaching. Crap . On second thought, thank God for the steamed-up glass…
    “Wait here,” he said to Tate as he rearranged himself and stepped outside, immediately closing the door behind him to give her privacy.
    It was Norman, the security guard. Nice guy, horrible timing.
    By the time he managed to shake him off, the moment was totally gone. Not for him—his boner was alive and well, didn’t even notice the interruption—but for her. He peeked through the door. Yep, she was all buttoned up, already picking up her purse and scrambling out, looking as embarrassed as hell.
    “I have to go.” She hurried past him, avoiding looking at him.
    He chuckled, grabbed her by the waist, and pulled her to him. No way was he going to let her go without getting to taste her again.
    “A pity we got interrupted,” he whispered. Cupping her by the nape of her neck, he took her mouth. Although a bit more reserved now, she licked at his tongue, allowing him access to her. He could smell her heat on his fingers, feel her nipples rasping at his chest, and it was all making him insane with need. His dick was screaming at him to drag Tate to a place where they could