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her eyes. "I'd be happy to take you right here, babe," he said, glancing out into the parking lot, "But if your parents or any of their friends see us, just remember that you asked for it. We'll put some excitement into their lives."
    Vivian groaned and scooted back to her side of the seat, then put her seatbelt on. "You're right, take me home," she admitted.
    Hawk half-smiled and threw the truck in gear, doing as she asked. Vivian watched the muscles in his forearm bunch as he worked the stick shift and whimpered at the heat pooling in her belly. God why did they ever have to leave the house? How could she be expected to look at him for even a minute and not tear his clothes off? He was nothing but walking man-candy.
    Vivian reached over and lightly rested her hand on his lap, gently squeezing the only stick shift she wanted to touch tonight. Hawk sucked in a breath and glanced at her, a surprised glint in his eyes.
    She grinned at him mischievously and squeezed harder, but only a little. She wanted them to make it home safely. Hawk stopped at a stoplight and she ran her hand up and down the length of him, then squeezed her prize harder, feeling gratified when Hawk dropped his head to the back of the seat and groaned out loud. She felt like she was sixteen and out with her boyfriend, barely able to keep from going at it in the middle of a crowded street. The light turned green and she let up again, then contemplated the wisdom of trying to go down on him at the next stop. She pushed the thought away. He'd never let her. She'd just keep doing what she was doing.
    When they finally pulled into their own driveway, Vivian undid her seatbelt and scooted over to Hawk before he could even throw the big truck in park. She tugged at the snap at the top of his zipper before he could protest and had her mouth around his cock in an instant. The silky softness off the head of his cock made her whimper in satisfaction.
    "God, Vivian," Hawk breathed as he stopped the truck and twisted the keys in the ignition, shutting down the engine. "When did you become such a sex kitten?"
    "When I married the hottest man on the planet," she said, then clamped her mouth around his cock again. She could feel herself throbbing and dripping under her clothes. No matter, Hawk would take care of her, he always did. She was right where she wanted to be.
    Hawk barked out a laugh. "If this is how you are pregnant, we may have to have twenty kids," he forced out, his head thrown back against the seat, his hands threading in her hair.
    Vivian smiled and lost her place for a moment. She would love that. Then she returned her focus to her man. She pulled back and licked the head of his cock lightly, then dropped her head again taking all of him into her mouth, earning herself a tortured groan from him.
    "Babe, it's too good. I'm gonna come," he said weakly, pulling at her. Vivian wanted him to come. She wasn't about to miss it. She ignored his hands and doubled her efforts, teasing every bit of pleasure out of him that she could with her mouth. Hawk made a low, dark noise in the back of his throat and she felt his release begin. She rode it with her mouth, loving every twitch, every spasm, every sex-noise he made.
    When he was done, she felt him relax on the seat. She lifted herself, glad their closest neighbor was not close enough to have seen any of that in the moonlight. Hawk pulled himself together and looked at her like she had been naughty. She licked her lips and grinned back at him. He pressed himself forward and kissed her, reaching under her skirt, his hand skimming her thigh, all the way up to her sex. He pushed her underwear aside and touched her lightly, causing sensation to shoot through her. "You're soaking wet," he murmured into her mouth.
    Vivian leaned back on the seat and thrust her hips at him. She wanted him to take her inside and ravish her so completely she forgot her own name, but she also wanted to stay right here. She was so close. All he