“ You must be joking.”
“He wouldn't do that now,” I thought, scooting across the leather to create space.
A brief smile tilted his lips, followed by the soft scrap of his zipper.
My heart flew over the roof. And so did my legs out of the limo.
I leaned back on the body of the vehicle, panting for breath. My knees knocked involuntarily. My mind, a mess.
I imagined his full length from what I felt with my hand, in my head and beat it off quickly.
I heard him chuckle inside, while I tried to steady my breath and straighten my dress.
“ Barely few hours married and he intends to kill me. Phew!”
“ Come on, Nicki. Think straight. Think straight.”
Minutes afterwards, he stepped out, covered by perspiration.
I tried not to look in his direction, but even that proved abortive.
“ Stop star
