“I’m sorry I missed that,” Zack said. He trailed a finger through the semen staining John’s shirt. “I think we ruined your suit.”

“I’m going to be honest,” John said. “I don’t care.”

Zack laughed, and the movement stretched his well-used abdominal muscles. With a groan, he pushed himself off of John.

“God, that was ridiculous.” He scrubbed a hand over his face. “Ridiculous and really hot. Fucking in a car like kids who can’t wait until they get home.”

“Yeah,” John agreed. “But then again, I didn’t think we were going to make it through dinner, so in my opinion we did quite well.”

“Good point. So, you said something about your place?”

He heard John shift. Warm arms wrapped around him. “In a minute.”

John settled against him, and they fell silent. The sound of their breathing and the rhythmic rise and fall of John’s chest was hypnotic. Zack wasn’t much for cuddling, if only because he’d never had anyone he wanted to cuddle with. This time, however, with postcoital hormones addling his brain and the fogged-up windows cutting them off from the rest of the world, Zack felt peaceful.

That didn’t mean he was going to make it easy for John, though. “If you get come on my jacket, I’m going to be pissed.”

John squeezed him tighter. “I’ll buy you a new one.”

“No, seriously, Kira will kill you.” Zack pulled away, but then he turned around and kissed John to take the bite out of his words. “You’re too handsome to die.”

John stretched like a cat. “Way to spoil the moment.”

“There will be plenty of time for that later. I’m sweaty and sticky, and I’d like to get out of these clothes.”

John perked up. “Well, that’s all the motivation I need.”

They hid the evidence as best they could, courtesy of John’s pocket square. Then they got out, looked around surreptitiously to see if anyone had noticed them, and moved to the front seat.

Now that he wasn’t in such dire need to get off, Zack could appreciate the beautiful machine John drove. He couldn’t tell what model it was, but if the interior was anything to go by, it was one of Lexus’s higher-end vehicles. Everything was state of the art: sleek chrome, mahogany details, an electroluminescent display, built-in navigation system, and more. It made Marilyn look prehistoric, though in Zack’s opinion it didn’t have half of her charm.

Zack settled into the passenger seat and had to fight back a moan that was nearly as pleasured as his earlier ones.

“I take back what I said before,” he muttered, running his hand along the cool, smooth material. “Leather seats like these were made for sex.”