One Perfect Night Part 2 (The Taxi Ride)
Lacey and Shawn slipped out of the restaurant, hand in hand. Shawn was still blushing from ear to ear after their short-lived attempt at dinner. Lacey was giggling and running her hands all along his body, obviously nowhere near done with her plans.
“I’m amazed they didn’t just kick us out,” Shawn said with a wicked grin.
“Baby, after the show we gave them, they should have given us a complimentary dinner,” cooed Lacey. Her eyes were penetrating deep into his, the passion and desire still burning there. “Why don’t you hail us a cab so we can head to the hotel?”
“An excellent suggestion,” Shawn moved to the curb and quickly hailed the first cab that came by, giving the gentleman the address of the hotel and opening the door for Lacey to slide inside. Her hand slid over the front of his jeans and lingered there a moment as she slid into her seat. Shawn quickly followed suit and the cab headed off into the night.
Lacey turned in her seat as the cab took off. She turned and put her back against the door, her leg raising up and moving over Shawn’s leg. He turned and smiled, his hands coming down as his fingers gently ran over her leg. Lacey gave a little shiver and then moved her foot further up his leg, brushing between his legs. He saw the wicked gleam in her eyes and gave a quick glance up front, but the cabbie seemed to be concentrating on driving.
Shawn whispered softly, “Are you sure this is a good idea?” She didn’t respond, but merely slid in closer, her hands traveling down his arm. His hands now moved over to her, fingers trembling a little with anticipation.