Jesus, he’d lost his goddamn mind. Joe was gonna have a shit hemorrhage when Hugh pulled up with her—in the car he’d just stolen. She was an accessory to grand theft auto and didn’t have a goddamn clue. She hadn’t even questioned him when he’d hot-wired the thing in front of her, buying his lame excuse that he’d dropped his keys somewhere. For some screwed-up reason, he hadn’t been able to drive away, to just leave her standing there. Not after the way that guy had freaked her out, and not after the way she’d looked at him, as if she wanted to press those abundant curves against him and… “Where are we?” She licked her full, sexy-as-hell lower lip as he signaled the turn into the garage. Jesus. His cock, which was already trying to punch through his zipper, pulsed harder. “My garage. Gotta drop off the car then I’ll get you home.” He was hard as hell, desperate to get under that costume, no doubt.
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