Chapter 16: Network Administrator

A faint, breathy sound slipped from Marlee's lips, too soft for those beside us, but to me, it rang clear, needling my nerves again and again. At some point, her blouse had shifted, revealing more than she'd have wanted. Not much, but enough to make my pulse spike. I didn't dare push my luck; the last thing I wanted was to turn the whole bus into our stage. My hand kept moving between her legs in a steady rhythm. Her pencil skirt crept upward, inch by inch. She clamped her thighs tight and leaned...