He let out his breath and drove as fast as he could without putting them in danger. She reached under her arm and unzipped the gown slowly. He glanced sideways and caught the sight of the side of her breast. She slipped the long sleeves off her arms. The last traffic light before they left the city went red. Bijou held her gown over the tops of her breasts.

“You know Gage is goin’ to stop us one of these days and find you completely naked.”

The light changed and he drove faster, putting distance between them and any lights. Bijou laughed at his silly warning. Gage would know better, and she knew it. She slid the dress down her body and wiggled it down over her hips. She wore a garter belt and stockings, her heels and nothing else. “Just for you. In case you came to the showing tonight. A thank-you.”

“Open your legs.”

“Pay attention to the road.”

“Open your legs and I will.”

“You always have to have your way,” Bijou pointed out. She opened her legs for him, shifting a little closer to him. The seat belt lay in between her breasts and the lap belt cinched her waist.

“I’m glad you’re finally realizin’ that,” Remy said, unrepentant. “I’ve never particularly wanted to handcuff a woman, but I think I might try that with you. Just for the fun of it.”

“Who’s goin’ to have the fun?”

His finger dipped into her hot canal. “Both of us,” he assured. “I can’t believe you’re still so damned tight.” He pressed a second finger deep. “And so slick and hot.”

“We’re almost to the bayou road,” Bijou warned. “I’ll be out of this seat belt and goin’ after what I want. You’re not the only one who wants their way.”

“Don’ you touch me until I have the car stopped. I won’t be responsible for what I do.”

Butterflies took off at the growling warning in his voice. She loved teasing him. His fingers drove her insane. She couldn’t sit still, no matter how hard she tried. Her hips moved with the wicked rhythm his fingers set and she could feel her body coiling tighter and tighter. She couldn’t wait. He was deliberately prolonging her satisfaction. He was already on the bayou road, and yet he didn’t pull over and he didn’t relieve the gathering tension in her. Every time she came close to falling over the edge, he pulled back.

Her breath hissed out in a low growl of her own. He just laughed. She unlocked the seat belt in one quick flick and went after his trouser zipper. His cock sprang free and she closed her mouth around it, uncaring that her butt was up in the air. She took him deep, her tongue swirling and dancing, stroking up and down his thick shaft and finding the sensitive spot under the leaking head.