She put a hand on his thigh and he let that touch settle his annoyance.

They’d get through. Her family needed to get on board. But one way or another, Asa would be sure PJ got her happy ending.

He’d planned on taking the Jag back to Twisted Steel, leaving it there, and switching to the BMW, but she looked tired and he didn’t want her to have to wait around.

But when he parked at the curb she turned to face him. “You can’t park this on the street.”

“Of course I can. I park my extra cars in the driveway and at the curb all the time. Nothing has ever happened.”

“What’s in your garage?”

“What’s the matter, baby?” She’d never cared where he parked what, and it was unusual for her to keep on at him.

She unbuckled his belt and then his suit pants. “Wait,” he said around a tongue that felt too big. “A minute and we’ll be inside.”

“I don’t want to wait.”

She pumped her fist around him to the root and up again. It was late enough that the street outside the car was empty; most people were already at home and in bed.

She had that look she got when she wasn’t going to be swayed. And with her hand on his dick, he wasn’t too invested in trying to talk her out of whatever she wanted to do with it.

He leaned back, easing himself out of his pants a little better. Then she fucking leaned over, got his cock wet with her spit and he nearly came right then. His sweet Penelope Jean just spit on his cock as she gave him a hand job in public.

He got hot and shivery all at once at the carnal power of that.

“Jesus, that’s dirty.”

She cocked her head to look at him. “Yeah?”

He tipped his chin. “Yeah. Give me more.”

She did it again, continuing to pump her fist around him, now wet with his precome and her saliva.

She leaned close, putting her head on his shoulder as she paused to give his piercing some love until he shuddered, right on the edge, before resuming her rhythm.

Her voice came, a sultry murmur in the dark. “I want you to come, Asa. I want you to feel good. We’ll go inside and you’ll be in me because I want that too and you always give me what I want. Do you realize how that makes me feel? Like a goddess. You’re there for me. Not just tonight, but the entire time we’ve been together. Steady. Solid. Fierce. I love that you’re like this now with me. So big and strong and yet you never scare me, not even a tiny bit.”

He strained not to thrust up into her grip and sent the car rocking. He was so close and her voice was like a stroke of her fingertips up his spine.

She gave herself then, like the gift she was, and he couldn’t do anything but come. And as he did, she shifted her skirt over his pants to protect his suit.

He cursed and then said her name as another wave of pleasure rocketed through him.

After what felt like twenty minutes he blew out one long breath and tipped his head back against the seat for a few moments.

When he could form words again, he sat straighter and tucked himself in. “I’ve never thought much of hand jobs one way or the other, to be honest with you. But that was one of the hottest fucking things I’ve experienced. You kill me in all the best ways.” He kissed her hard and then looked down at where she’d folded her dress back. “Sorry about that.”

She grinned up at him. “I’ll throw it in the washing machine once we get inside. It’s not the first time you’ve come on my clothes. At least this time I don’t have to wash my hair.”

Joy shot through him as he burst out laughing, hugging her to his side. “True, and I didn’t even smear your lipstick.”

“There’s always next time.”

“This is why you wanted me to park in the garage.”

She shrugged. “It’s all right. It was hotter out here. Though you have to unlock the door so I can go get this dress off.”

“Yes. Do that. I’ll bring in your stuff and meet you in the bedroom. I think you promised I could come inside you next.”

He kissed her and went to go deal with the front door.

She headed inside, pausing to kiss him on the way past. The house felt like home to her as she headed to his laundry room and realized she couldn’t unhook or unzip her dress.

She called his name when she heard him turn on his alarm.

“What is it?” He came in.

“I can’t undo the back of my dress.”

He was really good at getting her out of her clothes, so it wasn’t long before she slipped free and tossed it in the washer.

“Mmm. I like that slip thing.”

Suddenly it hit her. The utter fuckery of that night. The way he’d been at her side the whole time. The way it had felt with him out in his car. Dirty and taboo and yet it was Asa and PJ just the same. Hard, soft, romantic, in trouble, or in good times, it would always be PJ and Asa.

And here she stood in a laundry room in his house and he looked at her like she was magnificent when all she wore was a pretty but basic chemise.

What a thing it was to have this man see her as desirable. It made her weak in the knees.

She slid the straps from her shoulders and let it hit the ground, stepping free of the silk. She shimmied from her bra, letting it drop and smiling at the way his gaze followed it and then jerked back up to her breasts. She left the panties and heels on as she turned around, braced her hands on the dryer, and looked back over her shoulder at him.

“We’ve been tested twice now. I want to feel that piercing without a condom.”