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else?"
    "No,
but I'm sure you're going to tell me."
    "You
also have very sensitive lips."
    She
clamped her thighs together to stop the sudden streak of heat settling between
them.
      "You'd like my tongue…everywhere. I love
your breasts. They fill my hands just right."
    Damn the man! "Okay. Let's get something straight here. Business only until we reach
Vegas. Got it?"
    "If
you insist, but you have it and I want it." Before she knew what he was
doing, he reached across the cab to slide a finger over her nipple. "We
still have a bet to work out the details on."
    The
torture of his touch rerouted the signals of arousal in her brain. "Bet?"
    "The
handcuffs." The teasing smile returned as desire pooled in her belly.
    Right. The handcuffs. Mmm.
    "You
didn't forget did you?"
    "Uh,
no. I'm actually looking forward to having my way with your body," she
said. Forward is good with him, she decided. I have to stay on my toes or he'll have me upside down before I know
what hits me. She tapped her finger to her lips. "You know on second
thought, you can keep the peeing standing up. If I have to give up multiple
orgasms to be able to pee without squatting, I'll keep the multiple orgasms."
    His
mouth opened and closed several times. She couldn't help the smirk she knew
lingered on her lips. He must have decided to let her remark lie, because he
turned around in his seat to stare back out the windshield.
    The
radio came on with a twist of her fingers and she plugged in her IPod. "I
hope you like country and old rock. It's all I have on mine unless you have
one. I can plug in any kind to play over the radio. I have Garth Brooks, Luke
Bryan, Bryan Adams, Clay Walker, Sugarland and several others on there."
    "We
can play yours for a while and then we'll play mine. Work for you?" he
asked, glancing at her from his side of the cab.
    "Yep."
    Song
after song played in a wide variety of music. She found herself singing along
to some and tapping her fingers on the steering wheel. The penetrating look
from her traveling partner sent chills along her arms. All she would have to
say is one word—yes—and her forced abstinence would be over in a heartbeat.
    Comfortable
silence surrounded them. Big daddy had been right. It had always been her
policy to never allow anyone inside the cab of her truck, much less a man, but
here sat the one guy who had invaded her life like a tornado. Everything he
touched molded to his specifications, including her. She wasn't sure she liked
it. Independent was her middle name or should have been. A lesson in
stubbornness directed toward Tucker would teach him something about women.
    Her
parents had hated her job from day one. The day she’d told them she quit
college to get her trucker's license, she thought for sure her mother would
stroke out.
    "You
want to do what? You can't be serious, Jacie," her mother said, her hand
to her throat in shock. Dorothy Harlin Hawkins, born and
raised Southern Belle, stood wide-eyed behind her father's desk, her hand on
his shoulder. Her mother came from old money. She could trace her roots to the
Mayflower and her great-great-great grandfather fought in the Civil War as a
decorated major for the Confederacy. Lucky for her mother's family, they socked
their money into Federal funds knowing the Civil War wouldn't be kind to the
states who succeeded, enabling them to hang onto their home.
    "I
quit college and I've enrolled in a vocational program to get my commercial
driver's license."
    "What
exactly is a commercial driver's license?" her father asked. Carl Hawkins
was a self-made workaholic. Early on, he invested in Tennessee Walking Horses
and built his farm into a multiple thousand acre estate where he bred, trained
and sold the expensive horses. The farmhouse she grew up in actually could be
classified more of a mansion. Five bedrooms and four bathrooms within
ten-thousand square foot plantation style home, spoke of the money socked away.
A multi-million dollar trust fund would be