Monday morning, Tally sat beside Ryan as they headed to the office. She had her hand on his thigh, running her fingers up and down his pant seam on the inside of his leg. Tally grinned mischievously every time he shifted position, attempting to ease his growing arousal.
Feeling a surge of desire, Tally decided to take it a step further, running her fingers higher, teasingly close to his hardened length. Ryan couldn’t help but suck in his breath, feeling a mixture of pleasure and frustration.
“Can you please stop that before I lose focus and drive us off the road?” Ryan pleaded, trying to sound stern, but his voice betrayed his craving.
Tally couldn’t help but find his plea enticing as she continued to glance out the front window, taking note of the stagnant traffic. “Suffer.”
“Suffer?”
