{smut scene, don't read this chapter if uncomfortable.}
Was she ready to face the consequences of her provocation? Little did she know that sitting on his lap would stir something deep within him—something he'd kept buried for far too long.
"Madisyn, I doubt we'll make it to the restaurant," he murmured, his voice low and rough.
Her breath hitched, her eyes widening as his hand rested gently on her thigh. The weight of it told her he wasn't teasing. He meant it.
"We… should wait," she managed to whisper, though her voice wavered, betraying her uncertainty.
He chuckled softly, his lips brushing the sensitive skin of her neck before he spoke again, the words melting against her. "Should we?"
His lips found a tender spot beneath her ear, the sensation sending shivers down her spine.
