Lena's POV

He opens the Chevelle's back door and climbs in first, sitting in the center of the leather bench seat. He pulls me in after him and positions me on his lap with my back against his chest, my legs on either side of his thighs.

The leather is warm from the afternoon heat trapped inside the car. He reaches past me and grabs something from the front seat. A handheld back massager with a round vibrating head, plugged into the car's power outlet.

"Thought this might be useful," he says against my ear, and clicks it on. The hum fills the car.

He spreads my legs wide with...