She had to do something; she couldn't just sit still in his lap like this. With that thought in mind, Sara tried to get off his lap, glaring at him when he stopped her.

The nerve of this man! He was forcing her to sit on his lap like this, so what was he going to do next? Force her to have sex?

She blushed and cursed herself for her train of thoughts wriggling on his lap so he'd let her go.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you, darling; it's dangerous."

She ignored him as she placed both of her hands on his chest, trying to loosen his...