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her.
    Sara looked up at him. “I have a question.”
    “Ask.” He laid his arm over the back of the seat to cover his intention. Fuck, this was worse than being in high school and trying to figure out if making the first move would get him a kiss or a slap. He wasn’t made for comfort. He never had been.
    She leaned back, her long hair brushing against his forearm. “Would you really put me over your knee if I hit you again?”
    He went rock hard at the thought. Because there wasn’t fear, or even intimidation, in her tone. No, she sounded both curious and turned on. He cleared his throat and lied, “No.”
    “Liar.” She put her hand on his thigh, entirely too close to his cock. “I think you’d love to do exactly that, to yank up my dress while I struggle, and spank me until my skin goes red and I’m begging.” And then the little troublemaker palmed him between his legs. “No need to saying anything—I have my answer right here.”

Chapter Four
    Sara saw the desire on Z’s face, as clear as day. She knew she should sit back and start thinking about what the next step was, but she couldn’t stop shaking and the heat coming off his body was the best thing she’d felt all day. So she scooted closer, until they were pressed together from knee to chest, her hand still on his cock. Maybe if he’d just touch her, she’d stop thinking about strangers in her apartment, violating one of her few safe places, touching her things. Her skin crawled at the thought.
    So she kept going, needing to purge away the ugliness with something clean. “I think it took everything you had not to touch me back at Serve. To slip your hand between my legs and—”
    He kissed her, his tongue slipping between her lips as if to put her words to rest. Well, if this was how he went about shutting her up, she was going to run her mouth more often. Sara shifted her grip on his cock, sliding her hand up and down the denim, squeezing until his arms came around her and he shifted her to straddle him. She had the presence of mind to glance over her shoulder at the glass dividing the backseat from the front, but he gripped her hair and brought her mouth back around to him. “He can’t see or hear.”
    “Okay.” She wouldn’t really care if he could at this point, as long as Z didn’t stop touching her.
    He took her mouth again, and she sank into the kiss, losing herself in the feeling of his tongue stroking hers and his big hands palming her ass, urging her to ride him through their clothes. She reached for his belt, needing to follow through on the pressure building in her, demanding release, but he bracketed her wrists behind her with one hand while keeping the other tangled in her hair. “No.” Her breath sobbed out before she could stop it, and Z’s grip only tightened. He kissed down her throat. “You want this?”
    “ Yes. ”
    “Then relinquish control.”
    She was already shaking her head, but she didn’t know if it was in protest or agreement. She arched her back, the position offering up her breasts for him, but his mouth stopped at her sternum. “Give it up, Sara.” His voice had dropped a full octave and sounded more like a growl than a whisper.
    She had the sudden hysterical thought that the man between her legs was more dangerous than any out for her blood in NYC. And he wanted her submission. “How long?”
    His dark chuckle against her skin sent a line of lightning straight to her core. “Until I’m done with you.”
    Who was this man? Because he wasn’t the same one who’d walked away from her in Serve, or even the one who’d thrown her over his shoulder less than half an hour ago. And, damn her to hell and back, she wanted him even more knowing that. He really was the big, bad wolf, and she wanted him to follow through on the promise of his grip on her body and his lips moving against her skin.
    But did she want him enough to throw caution to the wind and take what he was offering?
    Sara never went into