As the car pulled away, the interior became a quiet sanctuary of shadows and expensive leather. Fred sat silently in the passenger seat, his eyes on the road. Ruby felt the sudden drop in tension, the car's quiet making her heart race in a different way.
She looked at Max, at the man who had turned a rescue mission into a chess move. Slowly, her hand moved. Her fingers traced the line of his thigh, her touch light and teasing as she moved her hand higher.
Max's breath hitched. He looked at her, his pupils blown wide, the cold strategist disappearing in an instant, replaced by a man who had been starved of her touch for far too long.
"What are you doing, baby?" Max whispered. His voice was a low vibration against her ear, rough with a hunger he had been trying to suppress all night.
Ruby didn't answer with words. She just leaned back, a small, knowing smile playing on her lips.
"Stop the car," Max commanded, his eyes never leaving hers.
