The traffic had thinned out, shortening what I knew to be a longer drive and leaving me with less time with his spicy scent filling the small space of the car—the kind of scent that had me wanting to rub up against him. I was able to control myself when at the office, but being so close to him, staring at his hand resting on the gear shift, it was difficult to keep myself from climbing into his lap and pressing my lips to his. Or putting my hand on his crotch to tease him to hardness.
These were thoughts that were not supposed to be going through my mind, but I couldn’t seem to stop.
“This is me,” I said, pointing to a five-story brick building with a self-proclaimed best pizza pizzeria, a laundry, and a sushi place occupying the first floor. To their credit, the pizza was really good. E
