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moving down my body. His eyes widen and his eyebrows lift when he looks at the gap between my thighs.
    “Speaking of biting…”
    “What?” I tug the hem of my dress down.
    “Did you buy new underwear?” he asks.
    He doesn’t wait for an answer, but pulls my dress up to look. My heart starts pounding. Yes, I did buy new underwear on my lunch break today. For the first time in years, I’m not wearing plain white cotton.
    The saleslady talked me into buying the World’s Smallest G-string. I couldn’t believe I paid money for so little fabric, mostly lace.
    As Dylan takes a long, careful look at the lace panties, I know I made the right decision.
    “I’m in trouble,” he says, his voice thick and raspy.
    He reaches between my legs and runs his fingers over the center of the fabric. I gasp at his touch, straightening up and tilting my hips.
    “So much trouble,” he says, like he’s talking to himself.
    “G-strings are actually practical. No panty lines across the back.”
    He inhales through clenched teeth and reaches around to grasp my butt. He kneads and squeezes in a way that makes me giggle nervously. He lets go and reaches down under my leather seat. Something whirs, and my seat begins to glide back at the base and recline at the same time.
    My seat’s almost flat now. I relax back, my head on the headrest. Dylan rotates to face me and climbs over the center console. He curses the car’s small interior as his elbows thump against things, but he does fit on my side. He’s kneeling between my legs, facing me.
    OMG. Now? Here?
    I glance out the window at the parking level. There are no other cars parked down here, but one could drive down any time. Anyone could see us.
    He grabs me by the hips and shifts my body up along the seat. The leather squeaks from the movement. I don’t understand what’s happening. He loops his forearms under my thighs to hold me in place, and lowers his chin into the space between my parted legs.
    His beautiful lips bear down on my lace underwear. I gasp in surprise and elation as he breathes against me. The heat penetrates the thin lace fabric easily. I don’t know if I’m ready for him to do this to me. I start to say something—something about our dinner reservations, or the fact that we’re in a parking garage. All that comes from my mouth is a soft moan.
    Both his hands are busy, holding me so I don’t slip down the slight incline of the seat. With his lips and tongue, he delicately moves my underwear to the side. The fabric is stretchy, and moves easily out of the way. I’m bare. Exposed.
    He licks and kisses my bare skin.
    OMG. I can’t even remember my own name.
    He pauses for a moment and says, with a laugh in his voice, “You can breathe now. Just breathe, and then tell me what you want. Or just grab the back of my head.” He chuckles. “Let me coax that wild girl out of you. I know she’s in there.”
    “Um.” I glance down and see his eyes shining up at me. “I’m not wild. I’m shy.”
    His eyes seem to glow, catching the dim amber light outside the car’s windows.
    “Don’t you know? It’s always the shy girls who are the wildest of all. Jess, let yourself be free. You can be a wild animal with me. It’s what I want. It’s what I need.”
    I nod, and then I close my eyes and tilt back my head.
    He descends on me hungrily. It’s getting more intense with each lick.
    I cry out in pleasure and reach around for something to grab onto. My fingers touch a handgrip on the ceiling, above the door. I hold on with both hands.
    I moan and twist on the seat as he thrusts his tongue against and into me.
    Just when I think I’ve peaked, he takes me higher. He’s relentless, not pausing long enough for me to catch my breath.
    His lips and tongue play me, and music fills my body until I hit my climax. My mouth opens, and sounds spill out. My body shakes, and my eyes are shocked open by a thumping sound. It’s my left palm, banging against the upholstered