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fuck me until I black out, but I wanted to uphold at least a modicum of decency,” I purred in his ear, my hands digging into his silky curls.
    He groaned under me as he understood, and his eyes blazed liquid emerald. “Gracie, you want me to fuck you in the car? You bad girl…” His voice trailed off as he buried his face in my neck, beginning to nibble. I could feel myself getting hotter by the second.
    “George, you have no idea how bad this girl wants to be.” I sighed as he found that sweet spot on my neck. He was determined to find out.
    He pulled me back so he could look in my eyes. The green was on fire.
    “Be my bad girl, Grace,” he whispered. It was like a dam broke.
    I lost all control. It was on. I roughly pulled his shirt off his body, and my hands moved across his warm skin, desperate to feel him. I flew through the buttons on my own shirt, not even bothering to remove it, just letting it fall open to the sides. I flicked the front clasp on my bra, grabbed his hands, and brought them home, to me.
    His hands surrounded my breasts, and I moaned at the touch. He bent his head to my collarbone and swept long licks across my skin, making me shiver. I heard him groan as his mouth found my nipple, and my head fell back as I indulged in the feeling of his mouth on me. I began to circle my hips, feeling him rise beneath me, wanting me.
    This would not be slow and sweet. I needed it too badly.
    I slid down to my knees on the floor of the car, in a Hamiltonian frenzy. I needed to taste him. I needed him to fill me up. I snapped open his button, unzipped, and had him in my mouth—fast.
    His hands came to my hair and guided me up and down as I sucked at him furiously. I heard his groans, and as he said my name, I ached for him. I gave him one last long, strong pull with my lips, then I released him with a flourish. I looked up at him from beneath my lashes, struck once again by how beautiful he was, especially when he was close to coming for me. Wow.
    I nudged my yoga pants down, kicked off my shoes, and sat back next to him. “On your knees, love,” I instructed, and his eyes widened. A wicked smile crept across his face.
    He sank down and pulled at my hips, positioning me at the edge of the seat.
    “Take these off,” I said, hooking my fingers through the band of my white lace panties, which were already positively soaked.
    He obliged, scooting them down over my hips, my thighs, my knees, and finally my ankles. He threw the panties over his shoulder, then appraised the situation. I kept my knees firmly locked together, and when I saw him begin to pant heavily at what I was keeping from him, I slowly parted my legs, revealing myself to him. I felt the cool air rush in to hit me, and I saw his face change to something very close to abject worship.
    I wrapped my hands in his hair and brought him down to me, pushing him where I wanted him to go.
    “I need to come at least three times before you can fuck me. Can you handle that?” I asked, my breath beginning to hitch in my throat as I anticipated the work he was about to do to make me see stars.
    Bossy Bad Girl Grace was in full effect. My Jack loved a challenge.
    “Consider it handled, Crazy,” he whispered, grinning that sexy half grin. Then he pulled me, roughly, closer to his mouth. My hands clutched tightly in his hair as he kissed me, first on the insides of my thighs, and then—sweet Lord—he kissed me right on my gonna-see-God.
    I bucked up wildly. Feeling his mouth on me after so long was almost more than I could take. His fingers swept me open so he could focus more thoroughly on my center, and his tongue fluttered lightly against me, bringing me to the edge quickly. Maybe it had just been that long, or maybe it was all those nights imagining exactly this, but within seconds of that magic tongue touching me, I was coming in his mouth. I screamed, and all the tension that had been building over the last weeks poured forth in a wave that left my