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sped down Broadway, I think, and for once I wished for traffic. Although my climax was close, my arousal seemed to have leveled off. I tugged harder on my underwear, then reached down and rubbed myself on the outside of my jeans, but there was no way that was going to work.
    Then the marble slipped out of place and fell somewhere around my tailbone. I cried out in dismay.
    Wait, maybe that was a good thing. The roughness of my wet panties seemed to help, but again I went up and up and then stuck on the edge of coming, but not going over the edge. I made a helpless noise, whimpering, then moaning with need.
    His tongue darted out to moisten his lips briefly, but he said nothing, watching my plight.
    “What…what happens if I don’t ‘get there’ before we get there?” I asked.
    He shook his head slowly. “You can do it,” he murmured.
    “I’m not sure I can! I…ungh.” I tried again, rubbing from outside as well as tugging on my panties.
    “You can,” he said firmly. “I’ll be very disappointed if you don’t.”
    “So will I!” I wailed.
    I looked frantically out the window and saw we had only a few blocks to go. Damn it!
    “Please,” I begged. “Please…” But I didn’t want to actually beg for a change of the rules.
    “You can do it,” he said again, leaning forward now and clasping his hands. “You can. Relax.”
    There was no way to relax, riding in this car, with this man, not allowed to touch myself with my fingers and with maybe only a minute or two left before I ran out of time. I was crying out now from the intensity of the stimulation, but I still wasn’t coming.
    And he knew it. “Almost there. Do it for me, Karina.”
    I bucked my hips frantically.
    He moved next to me, and I caught that scent of him, so spicy and sweet at the same time. He didn’t touch me, but he leaned closer so that I could feel the warmth of his breath in my ear.
    He whispered one command. “Come.”
    And I did. I screamed hard and loud as I finally went over the edge. I was falling, soaring, speeding, all at once, my body spasming as I came. One knee knocked against the door and I writhed at the waves of release washing through me.
    Normal awareness returned bit by bit. His masculine scent first. Then hearing, the roughness of my panting, and the silence that seemed odd after all the noise I’d been making.
    Then I realized I was lying on my side with my face in his lap. What was under my cheek? That was not a baseball bat, though it felt like one. He was intensely hard just from watching me, listening to me?
    I sat up abruptly and felt dizzy, blinking. He was looking at me as intently as before but made no move. I wondered if he was going to ask me to suck him off now. That was what guys in cars wanted, wasn’t it? This was the moment when he’d become like every other horny guy who met a waitress in a bar and ask me to give him head.
    Except he didn’t. “Are you all right?” he asked, his words very careful, very precise.
    I nodded. “Think so.”
    “Good. Is this your building?”
    I looked through the tinted window. “Yes.”
    His tone was oddly cordial, warm. “If you think you can stand, you may go. I’ll wait here until you are safely inside.”
    I was surprised and I’m sure it showed on my face.
    He smiled a benevolent smile. “You did well. I’m pleased.”
    I nodded. I would have asked, “Are you sure you don’t want something?” except the way he said he was pleased, it felt like I would be contradicting him. I got the feeling he wouldn’t like being contradicted. I didn’t want him to pull away emotionally yet, so I said, “Does that mean I get another wish?”
    His smile turned into a grin. “Yes. Yes, it does.”
    Don’t think that in the throes of passion I didn’t notice that he’d used my name, my real name. He must have some special kind of caller ID, I thought. “I wish I knew what to call you,” I said.
    That made him laugh. “You are a delight,” he said, but