June POV:
I saw the way his jaw ticked.
"You look tense," I added sweetly, dragging my palm higher. Still over his pants, my fingers tracing circles just above his thigh, close enough to tease, far enough to deny.
"June…" he warned.
I leaned over slightly, my lips close to his ear. "It's only fair I get to return the favor."
His breath caught the second I pressed the heel of my palm directly over the bulge in his slacks. It wasn't full yet, but it was getting there. I smiled.
He tried to shift, to edge away from the pressure, but I followed with just enough firmness to let him know: I was here to play.
"You sure you can handle this and still drive, Mr. Control?" I whispered, rubbing slow circles. My palm flattened, pressing into the thick length beneath his pants. Even through the fabric, I could feel him responding—hot, hard, growing.
"Shit," he muttered, one hand tightening on the wheel.
