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    No tenderness colored his kiss. Instead, it was all fire and unyielding insistence as he forced her lips apart and demanded more.


    Elena’s hand came up, but Wesley caught it in his own. Heced their fingers together and pinned her hand above her head. With each heartbeat, he only deepened the kiss, as if determined to show her everything he felt.


    Inside the car, the space felt thick and heavy. Both of them breathed the same heated air.


    Warmth from the heater collected on Elena’s skin, a thinyer of sweat glistening across the bridge of her nose.


    Right when Elena thought she might run out of breath, Wesley let her go, though his eyes still zed with intensity. “Say something I don’t like again,” he said, his voice low and rough as the warning burned in his throat, “and I’ll make sure you get out of bed with a sore waist and shaking legs.”


    A gentle “snap” broke the silence as Elena’s seat belt released, and her seat descended into a t position.


    Wesley studied her with burning intensity, desire flooding his gaze.


    Elena’s breathing came in soft waves, her dark hair spilling behind her like silk. Her lips were crimson and tender, her eyshes fluttering downward, radiating an intoxicating blend of exhaustion and allure.


    Wesley found her absolutely mesmerizing. His throat constricted as he swallowed, his stare piercing, before he descended to capture her mouth once more. One hand traced down her spine, venturing lower, while the other skillfully worked at the button of her jeans. The suffocating heat scrambled their reasoning.


    Elena arched her neck and let her eyes fall closed. Wesley bunched her knit sweater upward, adjusting the fabric before lowering himself to im her nipples.


    “Mmh…”


    Electric currents danced across her chest, and Elena couldn’t contain the sound that broke free from her throat.


    That breathless moan ignited something primal in Wesley. His eyes zed with raw hunger as he moved with relentless purpose.


    Discovering the dampness between her thighs, Wesley raised his head, unzipped his suit pants, retrieved a box of protection from the car, ripped it open, and prepared himself.


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    The vehicle’s confined space posed no obstacle. He repositioned them both, drawing her onto hisp.


    Elena’s eyes fluttered open, noticing the prominent veins pulsing across his temples.


    Wesley remained wordless, his hands anchoring her waist as he drove upward withmanding force. His rhythm turned desperate, almost savage, as the car swayed in steady motion.


    The expensive luxury vehicle became thick with raw passion and yearning.


    When everything concluded, the previously unopened box of protection now satpletely depleted.


    Elena settled backnguidly in her seat, her clothing already straightened by Wesley’s careful hands.


    He bent down, brushing the softest kiss against her lips. Atst, he released the question that had been torturing him. “Do you believe I’m getting old?”


    He couldn’t forget her earlier snacks with some college boys. Had she been measuring him against those younger university men tonight? Did she consider him too old for her? He was merely two years her senior, yet the possibility of her viewing him as “old” had awakened an unfamiliar vulnerability.


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