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As we walk out of the building, Thane suggests that we should take his new pickup truck because my car is "designed for munchkins, not full-grown Scots." When I tease him about being a fan of The Wizard of Oz, he doesn't mind at all. I suspect that nothing I could razz him about would faze him, though I haven't tested that theory by teasing him about sex. Men can be prickly about that. Thane might be the most unusual man I've ever met, but I wouldn't be surprised if he suffers from the same sexual insecurities that most guys have. He might just hide it better.
My car is not tiny, but Thane is rather large.
He opens the passenger door for me and even gives me a boost to get into the truck. It's bigger than two cars like mine stacked on top of each other, not including the tires. Naturally, he cups my bottom to give me the push I need to hop inside the vehicle.
While he hustles around to the driver's side, I admire the upholstery. Trucks usually aren't this plush. He must've bought the luxury version. I run my hands over the velvety seat but lament, in my mind, the fact that he has the center section of the seat down, so it serves as an armrest. I'd much rather cuddle up to Thane. Can't do that now.
He climbs in and whumps down on the driver's seat, making the truck wobble a smidgen. As he starts up the engine, he waves toward me. "Buckle up."
"Oh, sorry. I forgot. I was too busy admiring your spiffy truck." I start to buckle up, then stop. "Would you mind raising the middle of the seat so I can cuddle up to you during the drive? I might get cold if I don't have your hot body nestled against me."
He chuckles. "How can I say no to that request? I would love to have your lush, warm body pressed against me." He raises the center of the seat and pats the bench. "Slide on over, gràidh."
I do exactly that and buckle my seatbelt, then snuggle up to Thane as much as is reasonably safe to do.
He kisses me sweetly, then revs up the engine. Seconds later, we're rolling out of the parking lot and heading down the road. Since I'm not driving, I have the luxury of soaking up the scenery, from the dusting of snow on the ground and on the trees to the starkly beautiful mountains and the deep, dark lochs. Thane had assured me that the majority of the Highlands doesn't usually get tons of snow during the winter. It also doesn't stay icy cold for the duration of winter either.
"Today it's cold and snowy," he tells me. "But tomorrow, you might not need a coat at all. That's Scotland."
I take advantage of having Thane trapped in a vehicle with me to talk business with him. He prefers to tinker with his whiskies and leave the business stuff to Fiona and me. But I can't let him get away with that anymore. So, I snuggle up to him even more, resting my chin on his shoulder. "We need to talk about the Valentine's campaign."
"You're at war with a holiday?"
I nudge him in the side. "Don't get cute with me. I've let you scurry away to your office every time I mentioned the new marketing campaign, but I need your input. Don't tell me to ask Fiona instead. You are your whisky, which means you must be involved in the marketing of it."
He groans. "Could we please enjoy lunch first?"
"Nope. I'm not falling for your excuses anymore." I settle my hand on his thigh. "You will cooperate, Thane. And after our weekend together, I know every way to make you do what I want."
Thane switches the radio on, and the CD player starts churning out Duran Duran songs. I can't help smiling. He's become a convert. And I can't pass up the chance to tease him about that.
I place my lips millimeters from his ear. "Welcome to the cult."
"What cult?"
"You're a Duranie now."
"I reckon I am, thanks to you." He peels my hand off his thigh. "Best keep your soft wee hands to yourself while I'm driving."
"Have you ever had sex in a car while driving down the road?"
Thane clears his throat and focuses on the road ahead. "Behave yourself, Rebecca."
I shake my head as I lay my hand on his leg again and slide it down his inner thigh. "I'm done with behaving myself, and it's your fault. So tell me, have you ever screwed in a car while driving?"
"If I told you the answer to that question, I'd have to kill you."
My nosiness meter just shot up to the top. I give his thigh a light squeeze, making him cough into his fist. "How can the answer to my question be top secret? Just nod your head once if you've done what I suggested."
He doesn't move his head at all.
I can feel his dick stiffening, so I know my suggestion has turned him on. My ex-husband would never believe I could be this audacious. I never used to be---until I met Thane.
But I love the new me.
Thane clearly loves it too.
I slide my hand closer to his dick, rewarded by his sharp intake of breath. "Come on, admit it. You've had sex in a moving car while you were driving. I won't tell anybody. My lips will be sealed with crazy blue and duct tape."
