Times like now. Unlike many men of wealth, Arik didn’t much care for tiny sports cars. For one, he was a big man who liked his space, and for another, he wanted something with substance protecting him when on the road, hence his purchase of a fully equipped Escalade, and he meant fully equipped. Buttery-soft leather seats, tinted windows, a kick-ass sound system, and his favorite part, which all felines coveted, heated seats. He had another reason to thank his foresight in buying a big vehicle, given the very spacious interior and custom-crafted wide front seat that made it easy for him to haul Kira onto his lap. “I thought we were going to my place,” she protested. “We will. In a minute.” Or two. Or three. Right now, he had no interest in driving anywhere. All he wanted was to continue their kiss. Lips clinging, hands stroking, they made out in the front seat of his truck and steamed the windows.
