In the shadow of his car, his hot calloused hand trailed up under my gown to my thigh. His flaming touch left a scorch behind on my skin, followed by my ragged breath and racing heart.
Wiggling on his lap, I pushed his hand away, glancing over the driver who was silently weaving the car through the road.
"Your driver can see us!" I whispered.
A grumble reverberated through his chest but his mouth didn't hesitate to fall on my cleavage. Due to our passionate make out and his pervert hand's trying to pull down on my gown from my chest as much as he can, my neckline was much lower than it'd be appropriate before the public eyes.
But Achilles Valencian seemed to be enjoying the sight very much.
When he tried to lower my neckline more for his lustful gaze, I slapped his hand away again.
"Behave!"
Cursing under breath, he leaned in and did someth
