Ethan’s truck rumbled to life in the driveway just after seven. The evening sky had turned a deep orange, streetlights flickering on one by one. Mia climbed into the passenger seat without a word, the skimpy white sundress riding high on her thighs as she settled in.
The thin fabric clung to her body in the warm cabin air, the low neckline showing the soft upper curves of her breasts and the faint freckles he had traced with his tongue in his mind a hundred times since yesterday.
Ethan kept his eyes on the road, knuckles white on the wheel, but every time she shifted, the dress slipped another inch and his c**k gave a stubborn twitch against his jeans.
“You didn’t have to drive me,” she said quietly, staring out the window.
“I’m keeping an eye on you,” he answered, voice tight. “That
