"Good," Tragos said, with undertones of a smile on his own face as he leaned over the gear stick (one thing to be said for some of Ares' cars over this one, there was a bit more room to move. One thing to be said for this one, though, was that Marcie was spread out in front of him inside it. His car was fucking winning. And winning at fucking.) He moved forward further, tugging her bra cup down to free the nipple that so desperately wanted to escape, and he grinned devilishly at the sight of it. "Pretty cold out today," he said, dropping his hand between her legs and brushing her pussy with the back of his fingers. "Don't think that lot's going to be down at the beach long."