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observation—you were drinking beer minutes before we left the party.” He curled his fingers over her hand where it continued to poke against his ribs.
    She stuck out her tongue, revealing a small white candy. “What can I say, I’m a fan of fresh breath.”
    “Then I hope you have more of those candies for later.” He pulled the cash from her fist and flicked it aside, then guided her palm to his fly. “I’ve got plans for that smart mouth of yours, and they involve several four-letter words, none of which are ‘mint.’”
    “Is that a threat?” she asked, squeezing his cock beneath the denim.
    “A promise.” One he intended to make good on as soon as they got to his hotel room—if he could wait that long.
    He cupped her nape and hauled her half onto his lap. Her hip connected with the steering wheel, the impact pitching her flat against him. Only there was nothing flat about this woman. Fuck no. Soft, full tits pressed to his chest. An ass made for smacking overfilled his palm. Luscious lips brushed his mouth.
    And some moron who clearly wanted a beating chose this moment to tap on the driver’s side window.
    “Is that guy for real?” Sara said without moving an inch. “Lower the window.”
    Oh man. This ought to be interesting. He leaned forward, sandwiching her between his body and the steering wheel, and did as instructed.
    “We’re not looking for a third,” she said when the last inch of glass disappeared and a balding, red-faced man bent to look inside. “You’re not my type and I don’t think Curtis swings that way.” She turned to face him. “Do you?”
    Jesus. This woman was the human equivalent of a grab bag. “No. I don’t.”
    “Good. I really don’t do well at the sharing thing.” She turned back to the nervous-looking guy on the other side of the driver’s door. “See? No room for you.” She shimmied where she sat. “There’s barely room for the two of us.”
    Curtis groaned. Partly from the pressure on his dick as she rolled her hot body on his lap. Also from the Sara effect—a sensation somewhere between embarrassment and fuck yeah.
    “Go bye-bye now.” She hit the button for the window and the glass started to rise.
    “Uh, miss, you two need to move the car. There’s a lineup.” The guy’s words squeaked through the crack before the window sealed at the top.
    Curtis craned his neck and checked the rear window. Two cars and a minivan. “Shit. You’d better get off.”
    “Look, lawman, I’m pretty easy, but even I need a little more than some heavy breathing and a butt squeeze.”
    A gut-buster burst from his mouth as she winked and wiggled her wicked self over to the passenger seat. “Buckle up, troublemaker. We’ve got somewhere to be.”
     

Chapter Three
     
    We’ve got somewhere to be.
    He’d meant his hotel room. Or maybe an empty parking lot somewhere off the beaten path. Either would work for what they both wanted to do next. But Curtis’ earlier words kept repeating, and each replay jabbed at her heart. Talk about a libido killer.
    Sara could ignore her pesky conscience most of the time. Not when it came to her family. Hell, they were her conscience. Without their love, patience and support, she would have jumped off a bridge, figuratively and literally, many times. She owed it to them to back away from the ledge on her own this time.
    “Change of plans.”
    “With you…” Curtis glanced over, his lips curving upward slightly. “Not even going to hazard a guess.”
    Once again, he’d made her laugh. With a borderline insult. And that’s why she didn’t bother to hold back on the smiling. Not many guys would call a spade a spade when it could trash their chances of getting laid. Curtis had proven from minute one that he was not like most guys.
    “Head back to the house so I can deal with the family.” At his raised eyebrows, she waved her cell side to side. “There’s no way I’ll be able to have multiple orgasms with this thing