He looked and saw Karen slumped against her seat belt, eyes closed, forehead sweaty. Though she might have argued, Dan had never seen her more beautiful or more desirable. While the car clicked, rumbled, and cooled he stared at her face and longed to touch her, bury himself inside her in every way possible. Instead, he slapped her thigh hard enough to make her yelp. “Well done, Kaz. Take it out now.” She moaned, turning a bleary eye toward him. “I still don’t get to come?” The pitiful tilt of her downturned lips softened his intended response. “Not yet.” “I hate you sometimes,” she whispered. He nodded. “You’ll thank me later. Promise.” Her fingers slipped beneath the shiny hem of her latex dress. He enjoyed the contrast of her dark skin against the white material as she fumbled around. Seconds later, she held up the remote controlled bullet, wet and gleaming. The musky scent of her frustrations filled the car and Dan breathed deep, filling his nostrils with the wonderful smell.
