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Her smile faded. For a full thirty seconds, she stared deep into his eyes, her own tearing up. He knew at that moment she finally understood his desperation and intense desire to have her, to reclaim what was his after seeing her with another man.

Kiona twisted, assuring the car remained in park, and removed her shoes. She reached for the sunroof’s edge, pulling herself to a standing position. She was a tall woman and it was a small car, so with her feet placed as wide as she could get them on each front seat, the roof came to waist level.

She set her elbows and forearms on the roof and leaned on them. “I’m ready,” she whispered down to him.

He scooted forward and drew up her dress, stuffing the front hem beneath the garment’s waistband. And there it was, her jewel—his jewel. Nakolo’s mouth watered and his balls throbbed, engorging like a balloon ready to pop.

“Hemolele! Mmm, my love, you are so gorgeous, so—” he swiped his tongue up her slit, eliciting a scream from her,

“—delicious.”

The flavor of cream and faint salt burst in his mouth. Holy islands, she was wetter than the sea. He drew back and studied her toned thighs and the top of the “V” they held dear. Except for a small patch of dark curls above her clit, she always kept her pussy shaved for him so he could feel her silky lips upon his tongue or encircling his shaft. The labia were smooth and naturally tanned, her nub pink and swollen, emerging at the top of her cleft like the early bloom of a hibiscus.

God, what perfection!

Nakolo couldn’t delay any longer. He wrapped his arms around her hips and reached behind her. Sinking one finger into her dripping-wet puka, he closed his mouth over her swollen bud.

She screamed again, this time far louder. He heard her hands slap the roof, and rejoiced when her voluptuous body spasmed in his arms, against his face. He flicked his tongue over her clitoris while gazing upward through the sunroof. She was like a siren of the sea. He watched as the Pacific winds blew inland tossing her hair in a wild mass, her breasts perky mounds, her face contorted in ecstasy.

Her pelvis did a swiveling dance, abrading over his face. She growled, reaching for that pinnacle that always came so easily for her. Nakolo pumped his finger faster, adding another, then a third. She spread wider, accommodating him, coating his fingers with her stickiness. With his tongue, he thoroughly explored every fold, crease, and little bulge, knowing the time would come very soon when he would have to yank her down into the car and plunge himself into her.

She was almost there, he could tell by the stiffening of her dance and the animal mewls escaping from deep in her throat. But somewhere in the sexual blur of his mind, Nakolo heard the hum of a car engine. He whipped his head around to see a sleek Mercedes pull up behind Kiona’s car.

“Goddamn it,” he swore when he saw none other than Mitch Wulfrum unfold himself from the driver’s seat and stride toward Kiona’s car.

Kiona’s windows were darkly tinted, so most likely Mitch couldn’t see Nakolo. If Mitch had spied Nakolo’s truck back at Jager’s house, he’d probably know Nakolo sat in her car. But if he hadn’t peered out the window at Nakolo’s boyish antics, Mitch wouldn’t know whose truck it was and might assume Kiona was alone and the truck abandoned.

Not knowing one way or the other added an edge of excitement to the unexpected situation. Nakolo’s loins simmered with reluctant fire. Did he want to be discovered or not?

As Mitch approached the driver’s side, Nakolo studied the strikingly handsome face, the tall, lean body…and the bulge in the jeans he now wore. Nakolo swore under his breath. Why was it he found the sight of this man sauntering nearer so very arousing while he orally pleasured Kiona? Where had his anger gone? And why hadn’t he demanded an explanation from Kiona before he had dived right into satisfying his sexual urges?

“Mitch, what are you—what are you doing here?” he heard her choke out.

The whole bizarre situation Nakolo suddenly found himself in did strange things to his libido. Hot liquid fire whooshed into his bloodstream, the flames of it licking at his cock like an incredible blowjob. He felt Kiona start to lower herself down, but something reckless drove him to hold her in place and force her to remain standing while he went back to work on her dripping cavern.

With his cock now as hard as stone, he slid his fingers back inside her and went wild on her clit. As if a demon rode him, he let his sidelong gaze fall upon the mass in Mitch’s pants. Kol licked and sucked, his eyes locked on Mitch through the darkened glass.

Son of a bitch, what had gotten into him? Was he actually turned on by this man’s interest in his woman…and by the man himself?

“You forgot these.”

Nakolo heard the jingle of what sounded like keys, and the plunk of it on the roof. But he was so aroused he didn’t care to explore why Mitch Wulfrum gave his Kiona a set of keys.

Kiona let out a strangled reply when Kol rammed his fingers in deeper and swirled his tongue faster. “T-thanks. I-I’ll talk to you—oh, God! ’Û!” She reached down and cupped one hand on the back of Nakolo’s head, pressing him closer, grinding her stickiness all over his face.

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