JAMES
“D
on’t be nervous,
Hannah. You’ll do great.” Stroking Hannah’s knee as she sat fidgeting in the passenger seat, I put my car in park to idle against the sidewalk. The sun was bright, the day warm, and she flashed me a strained smile before reaching for the visor again. For once she wasn’t wearing a turtleneck; this 60 degree weather meant she’d bake in it. Instead, her bust was held back by a silk blouse, and her abs were hidden under a knee-length pencil skirt.
Scanning Hannah through narrowed eyes as she checked her make up for the hundredth time, I clenched my jaw together and held back a grunt. Sexy couldn’t even begin to describe her, and against my jeans my c**k strained as it had for the past half hour.
“Don’t say that. Please, please, please don’t say I’ll be great. I d
