Unlawful Contact by Pamela Clare

EXCERPT Part I: Unlawful Contact
EXCERPT Part II: Unlawful Contact
EXCERPT Part III: Unlawful Contact
EXCERPT Part IV: Unlawful Contact

We will announce Pamela’s winner tomorrow ;). Hope you have enjoyed the excerpts and if you have read the book, what did you think? Here is one last bonus bite *g* otherwise known as the jag shag.

E*X*C*E*R*P*T*Sophie walked outside, most of her new wardrobe in bags, the rest on her body. She couldn’t believe she was doing this. But Hunt had said she should feel free to surprise him, and she had taken him seriously. With the help of three or four sales staff who’d sprung forward to help her when they’d seen the cash she was carrying—and a very helpful makeup artist at the Lancôme counter—she’d didn’t look anything like the woman who’d entered the store forty-five minutes ago wearing jeans and no makeup.Her hair was now shaped in a French twist, her face carefully made up, her body sheathed in a short silk dress as black as sin. Black patent leather heels, black silk stockings, black lace garters and a matching black lace bra completed the ensemble. No panties.

If only she had Holly’s sexual courage—and her skill at walking in spiked heels.

Doing her best to step gracefully, Sophie made her way down the stairs into the parking garage, spied the gleaming black Jaguar, and, pulse racing, walked right past it. She stopped at the end of the row and stood there, waiting. Hunt was a smart man; he would figure it out.

And she hoped he figured it out fast. She was freezing her bare butt off.

She heard the Jag’s engine roar to life and took a deep breath, a giggle welling up inside her. She subdued it, fought to keep a straight face, hardly able to breathe. She couldn’t blow this. She just couldn’t.

The Jag rolling slowly, Hunt circled the row of parked cars like a predator circling its prey. When he finally drew along side her, she was on the driver’s side. The car slowed to a stop, and the window slid down with a buzz. He raked her with his gaze, down and up and down again. “Do you need a ride?”

She lowered her voice, let the words come out slow and sultry, looking at him from beneath her eyelashes. “Only if you can take me where I need to go.”

“Oh, babe, I know I can.” He smiled, a slow, sexy smile. “But what’s in it for me?”

Sophie walked closer, switched her shopping bags into one hand, and lifted the front of the dress just enough to show him what was—and wasn’t—beneath it.

Air rushed from his lungs as if he’d been hit. “Get in.”

Sophie dropped her dress back in place, took a step backward. “You’re my first… customer. How do I know you won’t hurt me?”

He looked at her through dark eyes. “You don’t.”

A tremor of excitement rushed through her. She walked around to the passenger door, which opened for her, and let Hunt take her bags. Then she slid into the seat, the heat of his gaze all over her, a look of blatant male hunger on his face.

As the car began to move, she reached over, unbuttoned his jeans and slid her hand inside, her blood going hot when she found him already hard as granite. “You’re so big!”

But he didn’t answer, his eyes on the exit, his jaw clenched.

She freed him from his jeans and stroked his entire length, working him slowly, paying special attention to the engorged head. “Does that feel good?”

Sunlight flooded the car as it left the garage for the street. As the car turned onto the highway, she bent down and took him into her mouth.

Marc gripped the steering wheel with both hands, his mind completely blown. When he’d told her to surprise him, he’d been thinking of a white, lace teddy and maybe a thong or two, not a full-blown sex game and road head. Oh, but here he was, driving on the highway, going fifty-five, and getting the best blow job of his life, his cock in her hot, wet mouth.

And, Jesus, what was she doing with her tongue?

Merging traffic. Slow down.

“You’re pretty good, baby.” His voice was ragged, gruff. “God, yeah, really good.”

She moaned, tightened her grip, took him into her throat.

Throbbing heat filled his pelvis, made his balls ache.

Speed limit fifty-five. Speed up. Whoa! Slow down.

He reached down, sank his fingers in her hair, holding the steering wheel with one hand, his hips lifting of their own accord, urging her to go faster. “God, yes! Fuck me with your mouth!”

Faster. Faster. Yes!

The Louisville exit passed in a blur.

Slow down!

Then she reached down, forced her hand between his thighs, and cupped his balls, keeping up the rhythm with her mouth, her tongue swirling over the aching head of his cock, swirling, flicking, stroking.

Orgasm shot through him in great, wracking spasms, the pleasure sharp and hot, Sophie taking all of it. How he managed to keep the car on the road, he didn’t know. All he knew was that when he could think again, they were still on the highway, and no one was dead.

She sat up, ran kisses along his throat, his jaw. “Did you like that?”

Two could play at this game.

“I’m not finished with you yet, babe. I intend to get my money’s worth.”

She shivered. “What do you want from me.”

“Put your chair back, spread your legs and rest your knees on the dash. Then lift your dress above your waist.”

“But—”

“Do it!”

She did as he asked, exposing her soft inner thighs and the red-gold curls of her muff, opening for him like an exotic tropical flower, rosy and sweet. One eye on the road and one on her, he indulged himself and played with her, feeling the softest part of her, teasing her swollen clit, sliding his finger inside her. Soon she was lifting her hips, whimpering, pleading with him. By the time he’d pulled into the garage, she had already come once, and he was hard again, his libido sent into overdrive by her erotic game.

He jerked the car to a stop, turned off the engine, and closed the garage door behind them. Then he walked around to the passenger side, opened her door and hauled her into his arms for a long, hard kiss. But he wanted more. He pulled her around to the front of the car, turned her to face away from him, and bent her over the hood of the Jag, lifting her dress, exposing her delicious bare ass.

“I’m going to fuck you now just the way I want to—hard and fast.” He reached into his pocket, pulled out a condom, opened it and rolled it down the length of his erection. Then gripping her hips, he drove into her.

She closed around him like a fist, the fit so perfect that it seemed a miracle, every thrust better than the one before. He wanted to make it last, wanted to make sure she enjoyed it, too. But the sight of her bent over the hood of Jag in her sexy black dress, her bare ass exposed, his cock pounding into her, brought him hurtling toward the edge.

Faster… God, yes! Harder…

She felt so damned good.

Slick… tight… like heaven.

He felt the tension inside her peak and shatter. Her breath broke, became a cry, her back arching as she came. And then he was thrusting into her mindlessly, lost in the hot rush of release.

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