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both hands when it started. He closed his eyes and listened as Sarah depressed the gas pedal and the engine rumbled like rolling thunder in the distant sky. The way Scott stood over the 440, his eyes closed, he could have been listening to a violin solo. He shut the hood and saw through the windshield that Sarah had shifted across the gap between the seats to the passenger side and was playing with the radio. Once again, his eyes were drawn to her breasts while she reached for the volume control. This time he was more than enjoying the view, he was getting aroused.
    Back in the drivers seat, his eyes were locked on her every movement as she finished adjusting the radio and sat back.
    “So where should I take you?” he asked.  
    “My car is in the garage at the office,” she said and turned to look toward the street. Not what he was hoping to hear, but he didn’t hear any fat lady singing yet.
    “How did you get to the hotel?”
    “I walked. Thomas didn’t want to pay for parking.” She grinned sheepishly. “You’re not supposed to know that.”
    The drive to Sarah’s car started out a bit edgy, their conversation forced. They spoke of one neutral topic after another, the weather, sports, Thomas Andrews. As they neared the office, Scott threw out a few subtle innuendos.
    “I‘m wide awake. I know I won’t be able get to sleep tonight.”  
    “I know what you mean. A big meal like that this late isn’t a good idea.”
    “Do you want to grab a nightcap? There’s a cozy piano bar in the hotel.”
    “That sounds nice, Scott, but I have to be at work early tomorrow. I really shouldn’t have come to dinner.”
    “What was it you were supposed to do tonight? Back at the hotel you said you had something to do.”
    “Nothing really. Just something with my sister. Nothing I can’t do tomorrow.”
    So it went, until they pulled up to the parking garage entrance. Scott looked at her. The door was closed and he didn’t have the key.
    “Oh yeah!” she said grinning. Her purse was between the two front seats, she turned toward him and he looked directly into her eyes. Sarah averted her gaze and Scott noticed her hands were a bit unsteady as she fumbled through her purse. He took her passkey making sure to stroke her hand as he retrieved it.
    “Nice ride,” he said motioning to a candy apple red Miata. It was the only car left in the garage, and he pulled the Charger in beside it.
    He walked around to open her door. Standing beside the car, his right hand holding the open door, Scott extended his left and this time she allowed him to assist her.  
    He watched as she raised herself out of the car. Standing, she released his hand as they came face to face. He put his left hand on the roof blocking her escape and looked deep into her eyes. She held his gaze and they moved toward each other until their lips met.
    He guided her away from the car door and closed it. Scott pressed his body against hers and forced her against the side of the car. With each breath, their lust for each other grew, overriding any inhibitions. Sarah’s earlier reluctance to continue their evening with a drink was now forgotten as she surrendered to her desire. This wasn’t dating or courting, it was desire, lascivious hot passion. She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him closer.  
    He slipped his hand between them and unbuttoned her jacket. She willingly allowed him to maneuver her to the front of the car. Their hands twisted buttons and pulled at belts and zippers as they moved. Her jacket had slid down her arms to her elbows. His hands were all over her. She reclined on the hood of the car, Scott following her, his lips moving from her neck to her breasts. He slid her bra under her breasts, not bothering with hooks or clips. Completely given into the sexuality Sarah reached over her head and clung to the edge of the hood along the windshield. Her back arched as his lips traced the lines of her abs until he reached the line of her