Jake let one hand wander around to the zipper on her skirt, easing it down. She helped him wiggle her out of it, feeling exposed. She glanced over her shoulder at the tinted glass where the driver sat. They could see him, but he couldn’t see them. At least, she hoped. Jake turned her attention back to him when his hand slipped down between her legs, cupping her mound. She rocked, moaning softly against his mouth as they kissed.

“Come here.” Jake pulled her quickly into his lap again and she straddled him, his hands exploring her body, up and down her sides, over her hips, pressing her against his crotch. They danced that way, rocking together, Jake’s mouth covering the tops of her breasts with wet kisses, the heat of his cock through denim rubbing against her panties, creating a horrible friction, making her want him with an urgent, keening ache. What had started out as a temporary distraction was quickly turning into a force of nature she couldn’t control and couldn’t stop-and she didn’t want to.

“We have to be quiet,” Jake murmured, cupping her face in his hands and kissing her again. “Can you do that?”

She gasped when his fingers nudged her panties aside, tracing the puffy swell of her lips. They were as smooth as her scalp-she didn’t have to shave at all anymore.

As much as she hated the treatments that made the hair on her head fall out, it was a benefit when it came to other parts of her body.

“I’ll try to be quiet,” she whispered, whimpering as Jake slipped a finger inside and found her wet-embarrassingly wet.

“Oh god.” His finger moved in and out, eliciting little noises from her throat.

“When you say that, I want to make you scream.”

“I’ll be quiet,” she promised, shivering and biting her lip as his thumb found the sensitive nub of her clit. He rubbed there as he fingered her, her nipples hardening under her bra. “Just please don’t stop.”