Chapter 2

Julia’s pov

“Fred can you please just drop me off at the mall quick I need to grab that package and get back home before mom starts blowing up my phone again,” I said shifting around in the passenger seat of his fancy car my bare thighs sticking to the warm leather as the morning streets buzzed with people rushing to work.

My tank top felt too tight across my tits and I kept tugging at the hem trying to ignore how my nipples stayed hard from the cool air blasting through the vents or maybe from the way Fred kept glancing over at my legs every few...