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She held onto the steering wheel with a death grip and stared straight ahead, her face intent and focused.

The parking structure was jam-packed with cars, but there was nobody around.

We found an empty space on the fifth floor, and she backed into the spot with the assured control of a Hollywood stuntman.

Then she reached over, grabbed my shirt, and hauled me close for a deep kiss.

Ten seconds later, she broke it off. “Get in the back,” she ordered as she opened the driver’s side.

“We’re doing it here?” I asked with a grin as I got out.

“Fuck yes, we’re doing it here. I can’t wait for the hotel.”

We quickly got into the back seat and slammed the doors behind us –

And then our hands were all over each other.

She bit my lip as we kissed savagely.

I pulled her skirt up around her waist as she unbuckled my belt. Seconds later, my pants were down around my thighs and she was lying beneath me on the backseat, her bare legs wrapped around me.

I paused just as I was about to enter her, my head barely touching her wet lips.

She looked at me like I was about to drive her crazy. “For fuck’s sake, put it in!”

I laughed. “I just wanted to check – condom or no condom?”

She stared deep into my eyes. “Were you with anyone since we saw each other last?”

“No. I couldn’t even think about anyone but you.”

“Me neither.” She shook her head. “No condom.”

I grinned… kissed her… and slowly entered her.

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Rachel

Before I’d picked him up at the airport, I had thought I would drive us to the hotel… we would ditch his luggage in the room… go out and have a nice dinner… get reacquainted… and then go to bed together.

Fucking him in the backseat of my car hadn’t been part of the plan.

But when it came to Lars, nothing was part of the plan. He’d just stumbled into my life and taken over.

I’d thought he was exaggerating at the airport when he said he couldn’t wait –

Until I’d felt his erection throbbing beneath his pants. It was so long that several inches jutted up over his belt, under his loosely tucked shirt.

Everything about our night in Afghanistan flooded back, and I wasn’t sure I could wait until the hotel.

When he started rubbing my leg in the car, I knew I couldn’t wait.

And so, like a horny teenage boy, I didn’t.

I found the nearest parking garage and drove as fast as possible until I found a spot with no one around.

The way he touched me between my legs… using my wetness to caress my hood and only occasionally stroking my clit…

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