"I'll make you look even better."
During a leisurely moment, Joel Russo's deep and captivating voice came from beneath her neck.
"You should know when you look your 'best'."
The low voice resonated as the warm touch on her neck opened and closed with his speaking, rubbing and moving.
Arabella Vanderbilt couldn't help but raise her shoulders, her breathing becoming somewhat unsteady.
Considering they were inside the car, with Vincent driving in the front, even if they did nothing...
Feeling the hand moving around beneath her clothes, touching her skin, Arabella bit her lip and closed her eyes tightly.
She turned her head to nervously look ahead; the partition had already been raised.
She felt even more embarrassed.
Her face flushed as she lowered her voice, "Stop messing around."
Joel ignored her, "It's you who wanted to say something wrong, Mrs. Russo."
"Alright, alright, I apologize."
