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appreciate the out clause, but home...? In this state...? The curl of his lip floods my body with relief.

      ‘Nightcap sounds lovely, thanks.’ My voice is an embarrassing croak and I want to swallow him whole in punishment.

      He gives free rein to a full-out sinful smile. ‘Egerton Crescent please, Terry,’ Reid says to the driver before sliding closed the tinted privacy screen.

      I practically sob with relief. Then I launch myself into his lap.

      His hands grip my hips as I cover his mouth with mine, so desperate I drag my teeth over his bottom lip and pull back, panting, at his grunt of warning. ‘That’s for teasing me.’ I rub his still hard length through his trousers and grapple with his belt buckle.

      He’s driven me so successfully to the brink of delirium all night, if he doesn’t touch me soon I’m going to do it myself, right here in front of him, private or not.

      He shoves me off his lap, tipping me onto the leather seat beside him and then following me so he can kiss me back. ‘You want it here? In the back of a car? Another fantasy?’

      ‘As opposed to a restaurant full of people?’ I smile even though I’m a turned-on mess.

      ‘Fair point.’ His chuckle emboldens me to unleash some more honesty, as it seems to fire him up.

      ‘I’ve fantasised about you in every conceivable location.’ Before I have a chance to tug his smug mouth back to mine, his hand slips along my thigh, heading north in the way he’s tortured me throughout dinner.

      ‘Oh, no. No way. There’ll be no more teasing.’ I spread my thighs, wriggling my dress up around my waist, until they’re wide enough that he slots into place, his erection pressed up snug where I need him the most.

      I reach for his fly, tugging while I kiss him, and giggle because his face is wreathed in amusement. It’s not funny, but his smile is boyish, reminding me of a younger Reid—and seriously infectious. I grind my hips against his steely length. ‘I need you now.’ I look around for my clutch bag, where I’d stowed a condom before leaving the house.

      Reid rears back, his hands grasping both my wrists and pressing them beside me on the seat. ‘I fucking love your eagerness...’ He rubs his lips over mine, his tongue a tease. ‘But I’m still hungry.’ The grin he shoots me steals my breath.

      He keeps me pinned by the hands while he slides to his knees between my spread thighs. I’m light-headed, on fire, every inch of me alive with sparks. If he touches me with his mouth, I’m sure death will be imminent. But if he doesn’t...either way I’m not long for this world.

      ‘I thought I was giving you head...’ I manage to say.

      ‘Maybe later. But first I want to see exactly what’s under here, up close and personal.’ He releases my hands and spreads my thighs another few inches so he can wedge his broad shoulders between my knees. My thighs quake. I suck in ragged gasps, trying to contain the frenzy inside—one of his creation and one only he can quench.

      Then the anticipation falters with a fizzle and a final pop.

      Josh never went down on me. He always seemed eager for the main event, and I stupidly believed he was so crazy for me he couldn’t wait. Stupid, naive Blair. The kick of shame slams into my ribs, stealing my breath, and I tense my thighs, preparing to push Reid away.

      At his resistance, I look down, convinced this is too good to be happening and furious I still have unresolved Josh-related issues threatening to sour my delicious deal with Reid.

      Reid grins up at me, his face alive with need as he shrugs out of his jacket and pushes up his shirtsleeves as if he’s taking this very seriously.

       Fuck, that’s hot.

      ‘Tell me to taste you.’ His wicked eyes gleam as he kisses one knee.

      I’m struck speechless by lust and lingering ripples of doubt. I don’t think I can speak.

      His mouth grazes my other thigh, lazily waiting as if he has all the time in the world, while his eyes dance with excitement.

      He wants the words, wants my wildest imaginings.

      ‘Taste me,’ I croak, collapsing under the weight of his evident arousal. ‘Make me come with your mouth—no one else ever has.’

      He grins. ‘Ah, I love a challenge.’

      I bite back how I’m certain he can pull it off—this man could probably make me go off just by looking at me.

      ‘Don’t make too much noise,’ he stage-whispers. ‘We don’t want Terry to know what’s going on.’ Reid looks like he doesn’t give a shit if Terry has a front-row seat and eats popcorn, and that extra trill of excitement sets me aflame until I melt into the seat.

      ‘Stop talking.’ I want so much more from the sensual mouth he’s slowly dragging up one of my thighs.

      ‘Whatever you say.’ He smiles, wraps an arm around my hips and drags me to the edge of the seat. At the same time, I cup my hand around the back of his neck and guide him forward with a whimper of desperation I can no longer hold inside.

      Then his mouth is on me, and my vision tunnels as a gasp is sucked up from my lungs. I’m so busy absorbing the shock of pleasure when he spears his tongue inside then alternates with swirls and flicks over my swollen clit that I forget to breathe, and the roof of the car hazes out of focus as my lungs scream.

      It’s the best moment of my life.

      Reid’s sexy grunts of pleasure break the tension. I suck in a huge breath and look down to where he’s eating me out with voracious appetite, stark hunger in his stare. He smiles up at me, wicked delight etched in every plane of his handsome face.

      ‘Oh...my...’ My throat closes.

      My chest heaves, every fear confirmed. I have been short-changed. Served watery, lumpy mashed potato versus loaded French fries, unlike anything I’ve experienced before.

      I open my eyes to make sure he’s real.

      He looks up, grinning again as he slides his fingers inside, stealing the last of my doubts. This is going to happen. This is my fantasy come true. I’m going to come on his mouth with him watching me. I’ve never been more certain of anything in my life.

      I let go completely, lift my thigh over his shoulder and grind my hips, riding his face with abandon. Another cry rips from me and I come, my back arched so my head presses into the seat behind and my hands brace—one flat on the widow and one in Reid’s hair.

      O... M... G...

      He hums a long, low sound that tells me he’s as pleased with himself as I am. I drag the last shudders from my body by jerking my hips against his mouth and then push him away, the pleasure finally unbearable.

      He tugs my dress down my thighs and sits beside where I’m still partially sprawled. But seriously, after that...am I really expected to move?

      ‘Well, that was worth the wait. How did it live up to the fantasy?’ His smile floods me with renewed heat, and a niggle of concern that I might be in over my head where this intense intimacy with Reid is concerned. After all, my feelings, although immature, once carried that all-consuming quality only a youthful infatuation can. I’ll need to stay on my guard and keep everything but the pleasure off the table. One look at him and the strong desire to gorge myself on Reid Faulkner until neither of us can stand helps to set my mind back on the correct track.

      ‘It was okay for an old guy,’ I lie, reaching for him to kiss the self-satisfied smirk from his lips as he laughs at my outrageous jibe. Can’t have him getting too cocky. And then I keep going, dragging my mouth along his jaw and down his neck while I grapple once more with his trousers. ‘Time to return the favour.’

      Reid cups my face, bringing my eyes back to his.

      ‘Much as that is a fucking

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