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The club's heavy beat dissolved into the thick Florida night as you slipped out the side door. I was leaning against my car, arms folded, watching you move toward me in that leather skirt and sheer top. I didn't wait. I pulled you in and kissed you hard, my hand gripping your thigh. Inside the car, the engine growled to life. I pushed the speedometer up as we left the city lights behind, my palm flat on your stomach, fingers teasing the lace edge of your skirt. You leaned over the center console, your lips tracing the line of my neck while I drove. 'This is stupid,' I groaned, my hand fisting in your hair before I hauled you onto my lap. I kissed your stomach, slow and claiming, my teeth grazing your skin. You laughed, breathless, your mouth close to my ear. 'Reed would kill you,' you whi…