NINETY EIGHT

NORA

He suddenly halted the car to a stop and I became confused.

Until he lowered my seat and I found myself dropping my vanilla milkshake to the cup holder console and patting my thighs. Slightly.

He took the unsaid invitation seriously, sliding his fingers between my legs, so close to that low point where I throbbed for him, and I sucked in a gasping breath. Those fingers… they never disappoint.

It feels so good and— wild.

I kept my eyes closed, excitement joining the pleasure coursing through my skin.

I sank my teeth into my lower lip when his fingers teased the frayed hem of my denim shorts, and then I swear I felt his fingers barely brush against the front of my very plain panties.

I was expecting more. I wanted it more intense but he suddenly snatched his hand away and regained his seat.

I embarrassingly snapped my eyes open and straightened up my seat, blowing on to my sweaty clamped palms.

He just teased me. He gave me a taste only to fire up the engine and continue the