Free Slick as Ides by Chanse Lowell, K. I. Lynn, Lynda Kimpel Page A

I remind her.
    “Yet you just came inside me, you stupid bastard.” She smirks.
    “Yeah, and you wiped my fingerprints off your car. I’d say that makes us about on par in terms of being stupid for each other.” I run my fingers through my sweat dampened hair.
    God, she has me so worked up again. Just looking at her is a hard-on.
    I wave goodbye.
    “You really are leaving? God, this was pathetic as far as dates go. You didn’t even buy me dinner, and I’m starved.” She glances at my dick, then averts her eyes, blushing a little.
    “Yeah, I’m going . I’d better, before I take this further. Your dirty mouth and whorish looks are making me leak.” And I’ve got a chip I need to deal with, along with a few other items.
    “Fine. Lock the front door on the way out, junior,” she says.
    I chuckle. “Yes, ma’am. Anything else I should do on my way out?”
    “Fuck yourself. How about that,” she says, flipping me off.
    Her tits bounce when she shoves her finger in the air.
    I stare at them and twitch. “Why should I when I have easy access now with you?” I rub my stomach. “I’ll be back when I can’t keep away.”
    She keeps her bird at attention, pointed at me. “You really are an asshole.”
    “You have quite a way with words, Ides. No wonder you stay out of the public eye.” I lean over, pat her foot, and she promptly jerks it away. “I’ll see you again soon. And you need to get back on that chat group. I miss our little talks.” I flutter my lashes at her. “Next time, though, send me a goddamn pic of you in your sexy black panties and bra. It’ll be a good way for you to get back at me for being such an asshole, and then I can shoot my come all over my screen and send you a picture back. There’s nothing more torturous than seeing you almost naked and sexy as fuck without being able to touch you.” I groan, imagining what kind of naked photos she might send to give me navy-blue-balls.
    “No, you fucking won’t be back here. This was a one-time slipup. I already told you”—she exhales in a rush—“I’ll be tightening up security. You won’t be getting back in, and I won’t be back on that chat group or sending you dick.”
    “God, woman—no more dirty talk. Foreplay’s over. My dick can’t take much more.” I grab my clothes, her panties and bra I dismantled off her body, and leave the room before I jump her again.
    I roam out to her garage and pull the chip out of my pocket. A laugh bubbles up out of my throat when I recall the way she looked when she thought I’d swallowed it. How insane does she think I am? And how stupid would that be? I hate vomiting. She should know that. Plus, those motherfuckers are sharp on the edges, and I’m not about to slice up my throat to get a chip back up so I can be in and out of her house at will.
    I love her, but, fuck, I’m not deranged.
    I palm it, slip my phone out and hook it right into the wiring. Within a second, I’ve dialed up her car.
    I throw my clothes on and jump inside with her panties and bra scraps shoved in my pocket. “Garage open,” I say.
    It predictably retracts, and I drive off without looking back.
    “See ya soon,” I murmur and smile.
    She really is a sexy little bitch. Much sexier than I’d remembered. I’ll probably be back much quicker than I’d like. How can I stay away from her?
    Instead of driving the car to the shop, I bring it to Westin’s.
    When I pull up in his driveway, he texts me, asking what’s going on.
    Open the garage now, fucker. I’ve got the car. That’s my reply. It’s all he gets.
    The door raises. Once I’m inside, I turn the car off and open the car door, then get out.
    “Holy fuck! How’d you get this?” he asks.
    “Well, after I spoke to her, she willingly gave it to me.” I grin.
    “She did not. I mean, I had to copy the frequency of her chip so I could hot-wire her car that quickly. The temporary connection would be broken by now, and with what she went through to