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Ava slid onto the crowded train, her skirt riding just a little high as she grabbed the overhead rail. He was already there watching. Always watching.
Every jolt of the train made her sway, body brushing his just enough to spark heat. She could feel his eyes trailing up her legs, lingering where they shouldnt. He didn't touch not yet. But damn, the air between them crackled, thick with everything unsaid.
Ava smirked, shifting her hips back ever so slightly. You like what you see? she whispered, breath teasing his ear. His hand clenched at his side so close but still forbidden.
The next stop couldn't come fast enough.
The bus jerked again, and Ava's wicked smile deepened. She caught the nameless man s stare, eyes dark and hungry, and without a word started to move. Slow, deliberate steps toward the front of the bus, hips swaying like she was born to be watched.
The driver, older, rugged, eyes flicking up through the rearview every chance he got, had been sneaking glances all ride. Ava knew. She'd felt the heat, the stolen looks and now? She was done playing innocent.
She stopped just behind his seat, brushing her fingers across his shoulder lightly. Long shift, huh? she purred, her voice dipped in syrup. His jaw tightened, hands gripping the steering wheel a little too tight.
Yeah, he muttered, eyes on the road but breath hitching.
Bet you could use a break, she teased, crouching down low, her breath warm against his neck. His knuckles turned white as her fingers danced along his thigh, grazing higher, testing his limits.
You sure you wanna do this, sweetheart? he rasped, voice rough with need, eyes locked on the road but barely holding it together.
Ava didn't answer. She let her touch speak, easing down his zipper with slow, torturous care, eyes glinting with mischief. The engine rumbled louder, but so did his breathing deep, ragged, fighting every instinct to pull over and take her properly.
She was on her knees now, hidden from view, her lips brushing over him, teasing just the tip with delicate flicks of her tongue. The driver let out a low groan, hands gripping the wheel like his life depended on it.
Every time the bus hit a bump, she used it taking him deeper, letting the rhythm of the ride guide her pace. His breath grew ragged, jaw clenched, and she could feel him pulsing, trying not to lose control.
The nameless man in the back had the perfect view. Ava knew it. She peeked up, catching his eye in the rearview mirror, her lips wrapped around something very forbidden. His eyes darkened, wide with shock and pure, raw lust.
Ava hummed around him, a wicked little smile playing at the corners of her mouth.
This bus ride? One no one was gonna forget.
