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“You don’t want to hang out with me?” I pout.

“I’ll see you tomorrow. Don’t give me that pouty lip. Makes me want to bite it.”

“I can arrange that. I’m happy to give you a few orgasms before you leave. Just sayin’.” I move my hand up her leg and in between her thighs.

“Didn’t you just say you didn’t want me to be driving in the dark?”

She laughs, but she doesn’t stop my hand. In fact, she spreads her legs further apart. I rub my fingers up and down the center along the seam. I can feel the heat from her through her pants.

“Baby, I could probably get the first orgasm right here in this truck. While I’m driving.”

“Hmm … I’m not so sure about that. And you should really be paying attention to the road. There’s a baby on board, you know.”

I stop moving my hand and glance over at her. “You want me to stop? Am I making you nervous?”

“I mean, no.” Her cheeks are tinted pink, and I can tell she’s getting worked up.

So, I continue to rub. Up. Down. Then she starts to lift her hips up and down, matching my movements.

My eyes are watching the road, but I can’t help but glance at her to see how this is affecting her. And I’m not gonna lie—seeing her getting worked up is making my dick hard.

As soon as I pull into her complex, she unbuckles her seat belt and moves over as far as she can toward me, but she’s blocked by the center console.

“Keep touching me, Archie.” Her hips continue to move.

I pull into a parking spot and throw the truck in park. My hands are on her before the engine’s even fully off. I turn toward her, one hand already trailing up her thigh. This time, I don’t tease; I pop the button on her jeans and slide my hand inside.

The heat hits me first, and then the slick glide of her arousal coats my fingers before I’m even all the way there.

“Fuck, darlin’,” I groan, my voice low and rough. “You are so wet for me, aren’t you?”

Her head’s tipped back against the seat, lips parted, breathing shallow. She turns to look at me, eyes heavy-lidded and glassy with need. “It feels so good, Archie. Don’t stop.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it, baby.”

My middle finger is sliding into her folds. On the next lift of her hips, I push my finger inside of her, and she moans.

“Oh fuck, Arch. Right there. Oh God. I’m gonna come!” She’s gripping the door handle with one hand, and she has her other hand on my forearm, like she needs something solid to hold on to while she comes apart.

I watch her—the way her body arches, the way her breath breaks, the flush blooming across her chest—and it nearly undoes me. My dick aches behind my zipper, so hard that it’s painful.

As the first pulse of her orgasm starts, she looks over at me, mouth slightly open. I think I could come in my pants, just watching her come like this. She’s so fucking sexy, coming undone.

“Come for me, Emma. Let me feel you coat my fingers. That’s it, baby. Ride it out.”

I move my fingers faster as she comes. She bites down on her bottom lip.

“You’re so pretty when you come for me, Emma.”

“Ahhh …” She moans as the last of her orgasm flows through her with a cry of, “Holy shit. I think I saw stars.”

I can’t help but chuckle and shoot her a wink. “You’re welcome.”

Then I pull my hand out of her pants, bring my fingers up to my mouth, and suck her wetness from them. She’s watching me, and I’m watching her.

I twirl my tongue around my fingers and hum, “Delicious.”

“Fuck, that’s hot, Archie,” she whispers.