The space was narrow, surrounded by darkness. Heavy panting filled the air as the temperature inside the car climbed steadily, a heat that felt like it could scald the skin. Terrence Grant was no longer satisfied with just kissing.
Seraphina Sterling's mind had gone completely blank. Suddenly, the seat behind her shifted, and she was lying flat on her back. Unbeknownst to her, Terrence Grant had pressed a button, turning the seats into a bed. The abrupt change snapped the disoriented Seraphina back to her senses. She glared at him furiously. "Terrence Grant, get off me!"
Seraphina Sterling's voice was naturally soft, and in this charged atmosphere, her words sounded less like a warning and more like an invitation. Hearing her petulant cry, Terrence Grant, who was already on the brink, lost what little control he had left. With one hand, he undid a button on her blouse. "Seraphina Sterling, have you remembered your place yet?"
