He decided that we should have dinner first before we end the night at his. He drove with his hand still high on my thigh. He smirked, knowing that I was definitely feeling his small touches.

"Lori, you're good?" He was teasing me. We just arrived at the garage parking lot of the restaurant building. His window was tinted, and it was getting dark outside.

"Good. I'm good James." But I was breathing heavily when he unnecessarily helped me unbuckle my seat belt.

His hand was caressing across ...