With my hand lightly touching Samantha’s lower back, I walked her to the front of the restaurant and handed the valet the ticket for my car. Since she made no effort to do the same, I assumed she hadn’t used valet and said, “Where’d you park?”

“I didn’t. I got dropped off.” She reached into her small bag and pulled out her phone. “I’m going to just use my app to get a car to take me home.”

I put my hand on her arm to stop her from typing. “I’ll give you a ride.”

I had no idea where she lived, but I’d drive to fucking Orlando if that meant I could spend more time with her.

“No, don’t worry; it’ll take me only two seconds to get a car.”

“Samantha, let me do it.”

I saw the hesitation in her eyes.

It wasn’t any different than how she’d looked when she first sat down at the table or when I’d asked her to go to dinner with me again.

She was being cautious.

I respected that.

The driver pulled my car up to the curb, got out, and stood next to the open door.

I gazed at Samantha, waiting for her decision. “Are you coming with me?” I asked when she still hadn’t said anything but was no longer typing on her screen.

“I guess so.”

I went to the passenger door and opened it for her. Once she got settled, I shut it and went to my side of the car, shifting into first gear before driving off.

“Where do you live?”

“I’m on Biscayne Boulevard, right past the corner of northeast Tenth Street.”

“Ah, that’s easy.”

And it was close by.

What she didn’t know was that she lived by me as well.

I wouldn’t tell her that. I’d given her enough information tonight to process.

When I stopped at the first light, she asked, “What time is your flight tomorrow?”

“I have to check, but I think my assistant scheduled the pilots for eight in the morning.” I glanced at her. “You should come. You can hang out with your brother when I’m not meeting with him. There’s plenty of room on the plane.”

The thought of having her on The Agency’s private jet made my dick start to harden. That delicious body, over thirty thousand feet in the air, with a back bedroom that would be so perfect to fuck her in.

She shook her head. “I have way too much work to do.”

Samantha’s dedication to her job was sexy as hell, and it made me think my schedule wouldn’t bother her at all. There weren’t many girls like that. All the ones I’d met did nothing but bitch about how often I traveled.

“When do you come back?”

The light turned green, and I stepped on the gas. “I’ll be gone for only two nights.” As I shifted into second, I stole a glance at her. “Why? Are you going to miss me?”

“You’re relentless.”

“Nah. I just want you.”

I knew it wasn’t a reflection from the brake lights ahead of us that caused her face to redden. It was from my words, and I fucking loved seeing her react that way to me.

I weaved through a back street that brought me to the side of Brett’s place, and then I took my final turn, knowing she was just a few buildings down.

“That one,” she said, pointing at the white stucco.

Instead of driving up to the front, I parked several car lengths away in a spot that wasn’t under a streetlight and shifted into neutral before I turned off the car. “I’ll let you pick the restaurant next time.”

With one hand on her seat belt and another on the handle of the door, she turned her face toward me. “I would have chosen Pappardelle.”

“We can go back there.”

“It’s okay; we’ll save it for another time.”

I reached forward and cupped her cheek. I could tell the gesture surprised her, but I couldn’t help myself. I needed to touch her. “So, you’re saying the next dinner won’t be our last?”

She smiled even though it was subtle. “I make no promises.”

Her body was telling me a much different story.

Her chest was rising and falling much faster than it needed to. Her legs were swishing back and forth, like she was trying to rub out the tension.

I was sure she didn’t even realize she was doing it.

But I did.

And between those thighs was the only place I wanted to be right now.

“Can I make you a promise, Samantha?”

“Yes.”

“Before you get out of this car, you’re going to come.” I held her tighter, so she knew I was serious.

“Jack…”

I moved my face toward her and stopped when I was inches away. “I want you to kiss me.” She took a breath, and I could almost taste the nervousness when she exhaled. “I meant what I said in the restaurant; I want you back. So, stop thinking, listen to what your body wants, and let me take care of it for you.”

She quickly looked out the windshield and then through the passenger window. “We’re in your car. Are you just going to—”

“Kiss me.”

“What if someone walks by and sees us?”

“The glass is tinted. No one can see anything.”

I felt the war that was raging inside her head, the one where she was fighting with herself over what she wanted and what she felt was right.

My hands were what she wanted.

But taking this slow was what she felt was right.

Before she said anything, she had to know this, “You can trust me.”

While I waited for her lips, I dipped mine into her neck, on the spot right underneath her jaw. I remembered that being a sensitive place on her body. I’d remembered correctly because, the second I pressed down, she let out the softest moan. And she did once again when I moved closer to her throat.

My dick was hard long before my mouth had gotten anywhere near her. Now, it was fucking throbbing, the tip grinding into my zipper, my balls begging for a release.

“Samantha,” I groaned.

With my free hand, I released her seat belt. Then, I gently touched the other side of her neck, keeping my fingers loose, so I could run them down her body. She felt amazing in this dress, her tits pushed together by the tight fabric, her thin waist and the dip of her hips outlined underneath the material.

I needed more of her.

I dropped down to her shoulder and gradually to her side, sliding across her thigh and coming to a stop in the middle of it, halfway from her pussy and knee.

“Jack,” she moaned, my mouth now on her cheek.

“Kiss me.”

She turned her face. Her lips were right in front of mine, parted. Her eyes were so goddamn hungry.

I needed to know she wanted this.

“Kiss me,” I repeated.

She looked at my mouth and seemed to take it in before she closed the distance between us. My tongue glided through, circling the tip of hers, our lips intertwined.

Fuck, she tasted good.

Now, I needed to know how she felt.

The edge of her dress sat just above her knees. I slipped my fingers underneath it, pushing her legs apart as I moved my way up to her pussy. A piece of lace fabric was the only thing that kept me from diving into her warmth. Just as I slid it to the side, she gripped my wrist.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No.” She breathed. “I want to feel your fingers.”

I didn’t think my cock could get harder than it already was.

I was so fucking wrong.

With her still holding my hand, knowing she could now feel my movements from both sides, I went underneath the fabric.

It wasn’t just heat that met my fingers.

“Samantha,” I hissed, “you’re so wet.”

Her head tilted back, and I kissed her throat as I rubbed up and down, spreading the wetness, letting her get used to my touch again.

I missed this fucking pussy.

The tightness of it.

The softness of her skin.

The way those two perfect lips surrounded the present I wanted to swipe with my tongue.

Each time I lowered, she would squeeze my wrist. Her need to come was building, the longer I held her off.

“Ahhh,” she moaned when I wedged my fingers between her lips and gave just a little more pressure to that sensitive spot at the very top. “Jack…”

The sound of my name coming from her mouth was my undoing.

I slipped inside her, going up to both knuckles, and I put my thumb on her clit.

“Oh my God,” she groaned, the words vibrating through her throat. “Your hands.”

I plunged into her pussy, using the same speed as I ground into the top. She was still leaning into the headrest, her throat fully exposed, so I kissed up and down her neck, sucking a little harder in some spots, just not enough to leave a mark.

I knew she was close.

Her sounds were filling my car.

Her wetness was coating my skin.

Her nails were digging into me.

When I felt her clench, I took my thumb and shifted it back and forth as fast as I could, my two fingers staying buried to grind out her orgasm.

She bucked her hips forward, her back pushing into the seat, her hand holding my wrist like I was going to stop.

But there was no way I could.

As good as I was making her feel, she was making me feel even better.

“Jack,” she moaned one last time.

Her pussy tightened around me until I felt her shudder, a series of ripples that started inside her cunt and worked through her navel.

It was the hottest fucking thing I’d ever seen.

“Kiss me,” I demanded one final time.

She gave me her lips, and I devoured them until her body stilled, my fingers gently sliding out, my hand lifting from beneath her dress.

She released my wrist but kept her eyes on it.

Even though it was dark in my car, I could still see the glistening on my skin. Knowing she was watching me, I brought my hand up to my mouth, and I licked every spot that had been inside her. “I’ve been waiting a long time to do that.”

And to kiss every inch of her skin.

And to eat her pussy.

And to fuck her.

I hoped I would get the chance soon.

“Your hands have only gotten better,” she said.

“They’re yours. Whenever you want them.”

She said nothing for several seconds, and then she reached for the door handle. “I have to go.”

“Samantha,” I said before she shut the door behind her, “I’m going to make this right.”

She didn’t respond. She just closed the door and went inside her building.