In the back seat, Eileen, restrained by the seatbelt, was restless. She unconsciously pounded the seat, like a little ass-kicker with pent-up energy.

Rafael had no choice but to pull over to the side of the road.

Stepping out of the car, he loosened his tie, revealing his delicate collarbones.

The wind dispersed the heat clinging to him, and he leaned in, opening the car door to gaze at Eileen sitting in the back.

Suddenly being stared at, the drunken Eileen looked at Rafael with a dazed expression.

Her lips parted slightly, tempting like a ripe fruit, beckoning to be plucked.

Rafael's Adam's apple bobbed nervously.

His fingertips touched Eileen's...