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Lori stilled under Ramon’s piercing dreamy brown eyes, knowing he was waiting for a go-ahead signal from her.

Her body was taut, aching for his touch, and she didn’t want the feeling to slip away. What she wanted was to feel him all over her, inside her, tasting and teasing and probing places that were in desperate need of attention.

What the hell? How far can things go inside my garage? she rationalized, arching forward and flattening her breasts against his chest while stifling the moan of joy that crept into her throat. She let him push her back against the car, inviting Ramon to press closer and devour her mouth in a deep, probing kiss. As their tongues explored and flicked over each other’s in their search for satisfaction, Ramon’s fingers worked on the knot in the straps that held Lori’s halter top in place. When the soft white fabric fell to her waist, Lori gulped back her need, parted her legs and guided Ramon to stand between them.

She welcomed the feel of his tongue and the scorch of his fingers, loving the blistering press of his ample size as it grew hard against the flat of her stomach.

“Hey, Lori!” Brittany’s voice bounced against the closed garage door and jolted Lori out of her self-indulgent trance. “Oh, my God! It’s my neighbor,” Lori hissed, forcing Ramon to back away so she could pull up her halter top and retie the straps.

“Not a word,” she whispered to Ramon as she pressed the button to raise the garage door, pushing an explosion of black curls out of her eyes.