"Come on, I'll take you home." Cairo laughs, laying your drunken body on the passenger seat.

Wrapping your hands around his neck, you plead. "Touch me, please."

He gently removes his arms. "We're not doing that today. Sorry love."

"Why not?" You whimper.

He leans down, kissing your cheek. "Because when we're doing this, I want you to remember how hot your body was while I pushed you to the limit."