She wasn"t sure how they made it to his truck, pawing and touching each other like a pair of teenagers let out of the house on their first date. The majority of gamers ignored them, too busy concentrating on Angela and the reporters rushing to interview her.
They tumbled into the front seat, unable to stop kissing. His hand snaked under her skirt, skimming her panties.
"Do that and we won"t make it far," she said, nipping at his earlobe.
"Damn it." Karl grabbed at his seatbelt before turning the engine on. "Put your belt on, and stay on your side of the cab." He yanked the steering wheel. "Your house or mine?"
"Mine is closer," she replied as he glared at the cars around them, honking every time they slowed to a crawl. "Your place is too far. Never make it."
"I can find a parking lot
