This Time, Forever by Pamela Britton

“It’s a bad idea. Your brother—”
    â€œWon’t care,” she said. “Especially if we keep this to ourselves.”
    But what if he did find out? What if Gil learned he’d seduced his little sister. He knew he was protective of her. Everyone in the garage knew that. Linc had a feeling Gil wouldn’t be happy with the two of them hooking up. Not now. Not with so much on the line. Hell, he had a career to relaunch.
    â€œI can’t,” he said.
    She pressed a hand against his chest. He swallowed again.
    But what if she seduced him? That wouldn’t be his fault now, would it?
    â€œYes, you can,” she said, her hand sliding down his belly, but she didn’t go any further than his waistline. Instead she clasped his hand, holding on to it as she took her room key away from him, then turned and opened her door.
    â€œCome on,” she said softly.
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    M ARLEY HEARD the door close behind them.
    This couldn’t be happening, she found herself thinking.
    After so many teenage fantasies, she wasn’t really here, now, about to make love to him.
    He pulled her up against him, her back crushed against his chest.
    She sighed. She was.
    He turned her quickly. Their lips connected and Marley’s mouth opened before she could stop herself.
    Chocolate. He tasted like dessert. A slice of mousse. And then he was pressing his body up against hers, Marley’s head tipping sideways as his mouth slid to the left and trailed kisses down her jaw…
    She shivered.
    And her ear…
    She shivered again.
    His teeth found her neck. “Linc,” she whispered.
    He bit her. Not hard, but enough that she moaned, her hands finding his shirt, her fingers running over the taut ridges of his chest that she could feel through the fabric that covered him. She wanted him to take the thing off, wanted to run her mouth over his flesh.
    â€œMarley,” he said, his hands moving to her shoulders. She thought he might push her away as he drew back for a moment. “Are you on birth control?” he asked.
    Every muscle in his body relaxed, then just as quickly tensed again. “Yes,” she said.
    â€œGood,” he said, pushing her back toward the bed. Marley knew—she just knew—where this would end.
    And she didn’t care.
    Lord help her, she just didn’t care.

CHAPTER SIX
    H E’D SLEPT with her.
    Linc resisted the urge to roll to the edge of the bed, cover his head and groan.
    Morning had dawned.
    Bright, nearly neon light blasted in from the windows to his left. They hadn’t even bothered to close the blinds last night, that’s how all-consuming their lovemaking had been.
    What had he done?
    His new boss would kill him if he found out he’d bedded his little sister. And with his first race only days away, the timing couldn’t have been worse. What? Was he trying to sabotage his newfound career?
    â€œMmm,” he heard Marley murmur. Warm hands slipped beneath his arms, the front of Marley’s body pressed up against his back.
    He had to stop this.
    If one of them didn’t do something quick, trouble lay ahead.
    He heard the rustling of the sheets and then the words, “Oh my gosh,” all but a moan.
    When he rolled onto his back and looked up at her, she was clutching her loose hair. “What have we done?” she groaned. She caught him staring at her and immediately jerked the covers up around her midsection.
    â€œMarley—”
    â€œWe have to go,” she said, her eyes darting around the room. “We’re due back in the shop by noon. What time is it?” She turned toward the nightstand. “Nine o’clock! We were supposed to be out of here by eight!”
    â€œMarley, calm down,” he tried again.
    She’d slipped from bed before he could stop her. “Get dressed.”
    â€œWhoa, whoa, whoa,” he said. “Relax a little, would you? No one knows we’re