Ryan pulled into the parking lot of the motel just after midnight. They’d driven another four hours after the intense handjob on the highway.
Sophia had behaved herself for the rest of the drive but her teasing comments and the occasional brush of her fingers along his arm had kept Ryan in a constant state of half-arousal.
They checked in as “friends on a road trip,” the sleepy night clerk barely glancing at them. One room with a king bed. Neither protested.
Inside the room Sophia dropped her bag and immediately headed for the mini-fridge. She pulled out two tiny bottles of whiskey and a couple of sodas.
“We need drinks,” she declared, mixing them quickly in plastic cups. “Because if we don’t get a little buzzed, I’m going to overthink how badly I want you to f**k me.”
Ryan took the c
