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might be because her foot is in my lap now, and the massage she’s giving me under the table is far more complicated than five toes should be able to achieve.
    I might groan, I don’t know. I know a shudder races through me when she strokes her foot down my cock. And watching her, it’s like a risqué fantasy, her nipples pebbling beneath her silky dress, a fine sheen of sweat glossing her perfect skin, her bottom lip trapped between her teeth as her eyelids lower in pure lust.
    This woman is unbelievable. And I’m not going to question a thing about how she turned up in my life or why she might be interested in me, of all people. Or what her brother would say if he could read my mind and see what I have planned for her this evening.
    The bill’s paid and we’re out the door, hailing a taxi, because I’m fucked if we’re walking the ten minutes it would take to get back to my car at Sweet Seduction.
    And then there’s the whole fact that I can’t drive and have her straddle my lap at the same time. Her hot little pussy presses up against my hotter cock and she rocks in a subtle movement that the taxi driver may or may not be able to determine. But who am I kidding? Because she’s sitting on my lap, kissing the ever loving crap out of me, and he can watch the whole thing in his rear view mirror if he so likes.
    Momoko bites my lip, making me groan out loud, my fingers reaching up and cupping the back of her head, and then threading through the strands of her long hair and tugging tight. She moans. I can feel her heat. Right on top of me. Right where I want to bury myself. Lose myself. Sink myself inside.
    She tries to tip back her head, but I don’t let her, delving my tongue in between her lips and tasting sweet heaven. Her fingers unbutton my shirt, smoothly, sleekly. Not a fumble to be had. And then her hot hand is against my hotter skin, and moving lower.
    My belt buckle comes undone, and it’s only now I’m realising we’re in a taxi being driven down the southern motorway. Big trucks and tall SUVs pass us on either side. I’m sure they’re enjoying the peep show.
    But Momoko is determined and I’m losing my mind and her hand finally reaches its goal and wraps around me.
    My head flops back against the headrest of the car and I let her have her moment. Who am I to disappoint the woman? She knows what she wants and I’m not going to deny her.
    She squeezes me just tight enough to make me sweat, and then she strokes her palm up the length of me, runs a thumb across the head, and smears the drop of moisture that has beaded there all over my dick.
    She licks her lips. I hold her gaze, heavy lidded and totally into this girl, and then she shifts back, shuffling her pert little butt toward my knees, her eyes flicking down to rest on her prize.
    I’m instantly harder when I see her lips part in surprise and appreciation. Yeah, I’m a chump. Sue me.
    And then the car rolls to a stop outside a small house in Greenlane. We’re both panting.
    I throw cash at the driver, who mumbles something about getting a room, and I’m right on that, as I drag Momoko out of the car and up the small pathway to her door.
    At least, I hope it’s her door and not Koki’s, because I’m not sure I could stop right now even if Tanaka turned up and tried to chop off my head. Or something lower.
    But Momoko’s got the keys out and the door swings open, and then she’s spinning on her feet, reaching up to wrap her hands around my neck, and hauling me across the threshold. A small light is on in the lounge room, which opens up off to the side of the hallway. It’s an older house, but she must have retrofitted it with central heating, because I don’t shiver when she tears my shirt off, having already made quick work of my suit jacket.
    I’m on fire.
    We’re still in the hallway, but the soft light from the lamp in the lounge filters through to make a glow that surrounds her as she moves to her knees and unties my shoe laces.