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And there’s no way in hell she’s sitting on anyone’s lap but mine. I straighten lift my cap up and put an arm out to stop her just as she’s about to pass me. “You can sit with me.” I use my arm as a barrier that keeps her from going any further.
I peer at her from under the rim of my hat, her full lips her flat, but with her eyes obscured by her sunglasses, it’s impossible to tell what she’s thinking.
Until she huffs in annoyance and turns toward the driver. Her husky voice, pained voice full of dismay. “The dispatch said one of us would have to sit on each other’s lap. Not a total stranger’s.”
“No offense,” she adds with an apologetic smile in our general direction. “Could you send another shuttle for us? We’ll wait. We don’t want to inconvenience you all. ”
“This is the last shuttle. You can get you a taxi,” the driver says.
The seconds that pass before she answers feel like hours. I hold my breath and try to decide what I’ll do if she gets off. I think I’ll get off, too.
Her friend groans, behind her. “Oh, come on, Reggie. It’s fine, it’s late and we’re all going to the same place. I’m exhausted and I don’t want to try to find a cab right now.”
Regan bites her lip and looks around the shuttle.
She glances back out at the street and then sighs in resignation. “Fine.” She draws her back and turns to face me. “Thank you for offering your lap. It’s very kind,” she says with all the dignity of a duchess.
“No problem. Make yourself comfortable.” I pitch my voice an octave lower than my normal baritone. I don’t know why I’m disguising it. It’s not like she’s heard my voice before. At least, not this version of it.
The brush of fabric against my bare knees and a muffled curse are the only warning I have before a body with distinctly soft feminine swells lands in my lap
My hands instinctively come up to grab her hips. The force of her fall pushes me back into my seat. Her thick cascade of hair covers my face like a pillow. I’m assailed by the smell of lemon and ginger scones and the memories this smell is attached to - our bakery in Rivers Wilde.
Nostalgia hits with a one-two punch to my gut and my groin.
My heart starts to race, and it takes all my willpower to stop myself from grasping her by that cute chin of hers and forcing her face around to tell her who I am.
Her back is pressed to my chest, her ass to my groin and her soft thighs rest against the hard muscles of mine
“Is everyone okay? Can I get back on the road?” The driver calls.
“Everything is great.” This jovial declaration comes from the man directly across from us, who is providing a seat to her friend.
“Which building on the resort, please?” the driver asks.
“We’re going to the main hall,” Regan answers.
“Your wish is my command,” the driver says. He closes the doors and the overhead lights go off, plunging us into semi-darkness as the shuttle eases back into traffic.
“I’m so sorry for landing on you like that, I’m not used to wearing flat shoes and I’ve been tripping since I put these on,” she says.
“It’s okay,” I say but it comes out like a groan because I can feel my body starting to respond to hers. I shift my hips back to hide my hardening dick but find that I’m as far back as the seat will allow.
She shimmies and mutters to herself, starts to lift her leg and stops suddenly, groaning under her breath.
“Is everything okay?” I ask.
“Yes. God, this is ridiculous,” she mutters, without turning back to look at me. She rests one hand on the small plexiglass shield between the driver and us. The thin gold band on her ring finger draws my eye.
“My ankle bracelet is caught on the lace of your shoes.”
She bends over, pushing her soft ass even deeper into my groin and my dick does the unforgivable and starts to get hard. She’s moving back and forth, and even though I know she doesn’t mean to, it’s like giving me a lap dance.
Her fingers flex on the plexiglass, and I imagine that hand on my headboard, her hair pushed aside so I can see her back while I drive into her soft, wet, heat. Lemon must be an aphrodisiac. It has to be. I’ve got more self-control than this.“Almost… got it…” she croons shifts her weight back.
I push my hips far back as they’ll go, but I can’t do anything to stop her from feeling the heavy hard length between my thighs.
She stiffens and I stop breathing, braced for her to turn around and slap me.
