Santa s Special DeliveryChapter 5
We took my car, which had three seatbelts in the front. Eva scooted next to me and got her son strapped in before she dug out the belt for herself. When I pulled away she laid her hand on my thigh. I turned my head to look at her. "Do you have any idea what you're doing?" "I hope so," she said, looking straight ahead. "I'm not so sure you have a clue," I suggested. Her hand slid between my legs and she squeezed my inner thigh gently. "You mean this?" she asked...