Chapter 38

The cab slams to a halt suddenly, shocking both of us out of our silence and I tense my hand on her leg in a bid to brace her as I feel her slide forward in her seat, thanks to that satin dress on leather. Sophie bodily crashes forward, stopped by my arm in front of her as I go rigid to act as a barrier for her instinctively, and its only when she gasps weirdly, that I look down and realize my hand on her body, is not on leg and dress. I have my hand between her thighs and that heat and smooth lace I can feel pressed hard into my palm, is where my skin and fingers are molded perfectly to the apex between her legs. I almost groan as our eyes meet rapidly, both mortified at the intimate, unexpected contact.

I yank my hand away fast, not sure how else I should react in this moment, and it no longer feels like it did minutes ago, when I was telling myself I wanted to fuck her. This hits me in the gut like a freight train that I just groped my little Sophie. The girl who endured so