Chapter 32

• Before I can consider what I’m doing, I throw myself flat on the seat. I look up at Shane. “Not like this. Please.” Not with a plug in my ass and my thighs still wet from riding his cock. It’s not even that I’m opposed to Max catching us, but I don’t want it to be fucking in a parking lot like a pair of teenagers. It doesn’t make sense, even to me, but Shane nods and puts the truck in gear.
• He takes a right turn into traffic and his phone rings. A detached female voice on the Bluetooth tells me everything I need to know. It’s Max calling. Shane answers before I can decide if I want him to or not. “What’s up?”
• “Were you just in the Castle parking lot? I thought I saw your truck.”