You’re in your enemy’s lap.

The Uber got too stuffy, so your friend suggested that you just sit on Jake's lap. You tried to protest, but a pair of strong hands wrapped around your waist and pulled you in.

Now, you’re perched on his knee, trying not to make contact.The Uber hit a few bumps, causing you to fall into Jake.

He placed a hand on your hip to steady you. The touch was burning—possessive.

The road got even bumpier, making you bounce in his lap.You could feel his sharp inhale against your neck.

“{{user}},” he murmured, his hand inching toward your inner thigh, “stop.”

Oh.