He pulled her to the edge of the bar. His eyes traveled down her heaving breasts to her glistening sex. He brought her fingers to his mouth and sucked them, loving the hitch of her breathing. He moved her fingers in and out of his mouth and stroked his cock with his other hand. When he guided her hand to her clit, she stilled. “Do it for me, baby.”

Her fingers moved tentatively as he put his hands on her thighs, pressing her legs open wide. “Christ, I could come watching you do that.”

“I could come watching you, too,” she said shakily.

Jesus. She was his every fantasy come to life. “And one day you will, but first you’re going to come on my mouth.” He cupped her jaw, brushing his thumb over her lower lip. “Tell me you want that.”

“More than you could know.”

Her sinful and shy whisper was so damn hot. “That’s my sexy girl.” He dug his wallet out of his pants and tossed a condom, and the wallet, on the bar. “Then I’m going to fuck you, so every time you come into the bar, all you can think about is my face between your legs or my cock buried nine inches deep.”

The breath rushed from her lungs, her fingers quickening on her clit as he lowered his mouth between her legs, making good on his promise. After she came, she clung to the edge of the bar, trembling, trying to catch her breath as he sheathed his length.

“Hurry,” she panted out.

He lifted her into his arms, guiding her legs around him as he took her in a long, sensual kiss. She couldn’t know that he’d never kissed anyone the way he kissed her, that he’d never craved anyone the way he craved her. But he knew, and that knowledge scrambled up to the top of that looming mountain as she slid down his body, and he thrust every inch into her. She whimpered into their kisses, and he leaned back. “Too hard?”

“No. I just never knew it could be so good.”

Neither did I hung on the tip of his tongue, but he swallowed it down, reclaiming her mouth with renewed fervor. They both went a little wild, clawing, thrusting, nails digging, teeth biting. They were swept into their storm, battered by pleasure too intense, need too immense to hold back as their orgasms crashed over them. They cried out, voices echoing off the walls, every thrust stealing a piece of him and giving it to her. There was no use fighting it.

There was no escape from the thing that was Tracey and Diesel.