Page 47 of That First Date

“Consider us there.” Cathy beams.

“Drive safe, kids,” Bill says as we walk out the door.

Once inside the car, I feel the tension thicken. It doesn’t help that this car is small, she’s closer to me in this car more than she would be in a regular sedan. It’s not the most practical car. But it’s been my dream car since I was a kid. The thing even drives itself.

I’m not sure what shifted from the time we got here until right this moment on the drive home.

That’s a lie. I know what shifted.

It was me.

The entire time we were there, it was an act for Cathy and Bill. However, there was no part of me that felt like it wasn’t real. It felt natural, comfortable even. It felt like I could do it every day for the rest of my life.

When she was close to me, there was a weird buzz in the air. It was electric and extremely difficult to deny. It was one that made me want to live in that feeling, to get closer to her. One that caused butterflies to erupt in my stomach like a high school boy who has his first crush. This isn’t supposed to be a crush. This is just supposed to be a way to gain what I have wanted for so long.

We sit in silence for a good twenty minutes with only music playing from the car speakers. Neither of us make an effort to break it.

Avery shifts in her seat as if she’s uncomfortable.

Her long, beautiful legs are almost rubbing together.

“Are you cold?” I break the silence.

“Nope.” She pops the P as she says it.

“Is everything okay?”

“Yup.” Another P pop.

“Great,” I say, emphasizing the letter T to playfully mock her a little bit. Hopefully relieving some tension that’s growing by the minute in this car.

“Are you mocking me, boss man?”

“Never in my life, Princess.”

I hear an audible gasp come from the passenger side of the car. My eyes stay on the road, but I see her head turn in my peripheral vision. A smirk forms on my face as I take my hand off the shifter and place it on her thigh.

“You did so well tonight, Avery.”

I turn my gaze completely to her when she doesn’t answer and notice her cheeks flush with my praise. I don’t miss the way her thighs pinch together as she wiggles in her seat, craving friction from one simple statement that was not meant to be sexual in any way.

Hmm… I’ll keep a mental note of that.

She still hasn’t responded to me but shifts in her seat again as she brings one leg over the other to cross them as her eyes trail out the window.

I decide to take it a step further and confirm it for myself since she’s giving me the silent treatment it seems. “Just in case you didn’t hear me the first time… you did so well tonight.”

Her head falls back on the seat, and I don’t miss the moan that comes out of her while she wiggles in the seat. Blood is rushing to my cock at the way she’s reacting to me. I should not be turned on by this.

I feel the goosebumps erupt under my hand on her now bare skin from her dress shifting in the seat. “Tell me… do you like being praised?”

She laughs as if I’m joking around.

“Something funny?”

“Don’t try to turn this into something it’s not.”

“I’m pretty sure you did that all on your own.” My thumb delicately rubs back and forth on her thigh. Her eyes drop to where my hand is. “Now I’m going to ask you again, Avery. Do you like being praised like a good girl?”

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