Mara's POV

"We're going to be late," I said, adjusting my dress in Ethan's car mirror.

We were heading to a work event—some networking thing my company was hosting. Ethan had insisted on driving me.

"We have time," he said, his hand sliding up my thigh.

"Ethan—"

"I can't help it. You look fucking edible in this dress."

His fingers found the edge of my panties, teasing. I grabbed his wrist. "We can't. Not here. We're literally in a parking garage."

"So?" His fingers pushed my panties aside, sliding through my wetness. "You're already soaking wet."

"Because you've been eye-fucking me since I got in the car."

"And now I'm...