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So after listing all the reasons why you will love Dick and Jayne yesterday, what more can I tell you about the story that will hook you? Don’t guess I can tell you. But I can show you. The sex in this story is off-the-charts hot. The characters are loveable, if a little stubborn, and Jayne… Well, I could swing for the other team for a girl like Jayne. Enjoy the excerpt, and remember to post a comment to be eligible for the Amazon gift certificate I’ll award on Thursday!

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The drive to the Italian restaurant seemed to take forever. Her flowery scent filled the car, made his nose and his dick twitch. All he could think about was running his tongue all over her curves to find every place she’d touched with her perfume.

Jayne flipped down the visor and gazed at herself in the mirror. “You must be wearing my lipstick.” She opened her small black bag and rummaged inside. Then she laughed.

“What is it?” he asked, darting a glance toward her lap.

Jayne raised a small silver object in her palm for him to see. “Richard left us a present.”

“What…” But he knew the second the words left his mouth. “A vibrator. Your boyfriend gave you a vibrator for our date?”

“Isn’t he sweet?”

“I’m assuming he intends you to use it.”

“We could always surprise him. Want me to put it inside you?”

His gaze swung toward her. Her smile reassured him she didn’t have designs on his ass, but the shiny metal egg did up the tension riding his body. “It’s mine to use however I want or you’re gonna pitch it out the window.”

“Fine by me,” she said, sounding breathless. “It’s all yours.”

He swung into the parking lot and drove to the back, halting beside a tall hedgerow. He turned to her and gave her a hard stare. “Before anyone sees. Get up on the seat on your knees.”

Jayne’s eyes shimmered with excitement, and she quickly turned away, shifting her knees onto the seat and bending toward the window. “Be quick. I don’t want anyone to see.”

“That worries you?”

“Someone other than you might see, and yeah, I don’t flash my vajayjay to the whole world.”

“Nice to know.” Without lifting the back of her skirt, he reached beneath it and smoothed a hand up a creamy thigh. His fingers met the swell of her outer folds, feathered over them for a moment, then tucked between them. Then, with his other hand, he quickly inserted the egg, pushing it deep, his fingers sliding inside moist, hot walls. “I get the remote,” he gritted out, breathing hard.

“Wouldn’t have it any other way,” she replied, just as breathless.

He dropped his hands but gave her butt a pat, and waited while she dove into her purse for the wireless remote.

He shoved it into a pocket, unlocked his door and stepped out, walking around the car to let her out. He stood so close she had to rub her body all over his as she stood.

Staring down, he reached into his pocket and flicked the switch. “Just testing,” he said softly. “Batteries working?”

Her eyelids drifted, her lips went slack, but she nodded dreamily.

“Great,” he said, sliding her hand over his arm and guiding her toward the door of the restaurant.

Finn stood in the entryway, his gaze honing in on Jayne whose hips rolled in languid glides. His eyes widened. His lips pursed around a silent whistle. When he met Garrett’s narrowed gaze, he laughed. “You must be Jayne,” he said, turning back to Jayne and holding out his hand.

Garrett sent a jag of current to the vibrator.

Jayne whimpered, biting her lip. “Um, yes…Jayne.” She slipped her hand into Finn’s but tugged it quickly away.

Garrett lowered the vibrations and slid an arm around her waist.

She sagged against his side. “I’m so going to kill you,” she whispered.

He kissed her temple. “Breathe. We’ll stay for drinks. Then I’ll take you home.”

Finn led them inside to the table he’d procured.

“Where’s Bunny?” Garrett asked, glancing around.

“She couldn’t make it. A hang-up at work. So it’s just us.” But his attention wasn’t on Garrett.

Something of Jayne’s feminine distress must have telegraphed because Finn eyed her expression. “Are you feeling all right?”

“Um…” Jayne touched her hair and gave him a tight smile. “I need to visit the ladies’ room. Be just a second.”

Garrett caught her hand and leaned down to whisper. “It goes right back inside. No cheating.”

As she walked away slowly, her steps small because her thighs were clenched, he couldn’t help grinning.

“What the hell was all that about?” Finn asked, his gaze still on Jayne’s backside.

Garrett fished the remote from his pocket.

Eyeing the device, Finn chuckled. “This just gets better and better. Guess dinner’s gonna be cut short, huh?”

“Yeah, but help me out. I don’t want to rush things too much.”

Still chuckling, the men took their seats, both keeping watch for Jayne. When she returned, her face flushed, Garrett stood and helped her slide across the leather seat of the booth. He tucked her into his side, closing a hand around her hip. “Bellini okay with you?”

She nodded quickly and rested against him.

“How you holding up?” he whispered into her ear.

“Are you asking if I’m holding it up?” she growled.

He brushed her ear with a kiss, loving the delicate shiver that worked down her neck. “I didn’t doubt for a second you’d follow my directions.” He flicked the remote, turning up the speed a notch.

Her hand landed on his thigh and squeezed. Her eyes closed and her breasts jutted.

“For fucksake,” Finn muttered, taking a quick suck of his bourbon.

Garrett unrolled silverware and dropped a napkin on her lap. “Put this between your legs.”

She pressed it between her thighs and closed them. Everything beneath her waist was hidden from view from everyone but him.

“Rock your hips. Just a little. Enjoy it, baby. I’ll make you come, right where you sit.”

Her eyes widened with distress. “Don’t. Christ. Not here.”

“Gonna deny me? Wouldn’t Dick be disappointed you didn’t enjoy his gift?”

She bit her lip. “I’ll…make noise.”

“It’s pretty loud in here. No one will hear.”

Her face turned toward his. Her lips glided along his cheek. “Finn will.”

“Finn will be polite,” he murmured.

“God, I hate you.”

“Just let us watch. You like it when someone watches. Ready?”

She shook her head and burrowed her face against his neck.

But he didn’t feel sorry for her. He revved up the remote, felt her body jerk against him. Her head fell back and she arched.

Finn’s lips twitched. His brown eyes danced with amusement. “So, Garrett,” he said, overloud, “you never told me how the two of you met.”