The passenger door on Quinn’s side opened and I yanked the skirt I was wearing back to my midcalf. “I am not leaving this limo while commando!” My eyes widened further and, I knew, my mouth hung open dumbly. There was no amusement in his voice when he responded, “Someplace safe.”
“My shirt is ripped open and…” I frantically twisted in my seat and may have shrieked, “Where are my underwear?!” I stared at him for two seconds before I smacked him on his infuriatingly well-muscled shoulder. The sound made my back stiffen and I realized how close we’d just been to copulating in the back of a car. “He lifted a single eyebrow as he adjusted his pants, zipping his fly.
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