CHAPTER SIXTY-TWO

"Okay, Claire, do you want me to undress your seatbelt or something?" Ryan asked after a long moment of silence.

Oh, they were home already! Claire smiled as her eyes met the parking lot.

"It's okay, I can do it," she muttered.

"Or we can't just work on your fantasy instead," Ryan teased.

Claire rolled her eyes at him. "I'm starting to regret telling you that, Ryan. You're being too sex-driven." She unbuckled her seatbelt.

"We both are, Claire." Ryan was amused, happy to have her right now.

"Maybe, but I'd rather use that huge car of yours instead of this," Claire suggested playfully, biting her bottom lip at the thought.

"The Vogue?"

"Yeah, that one," Claire said.

"Well, that's a fair point. It's huge and spacious," Ryan said thoughtfully, and Claire couldn't contain her laugh. "So we're saving for another time?"

"Yeah, for tonight I want something decent."

"Something decent? What is this, Claire? Are you suggesting I've been molesting you all this while?" Ryan laughed heartily sayin