The car crawled to a complete stop in the middle of thick afternoon traffic. Horns blared around them. Engines idled. People in the cars on either side scrolled their phones, completely unaware of what was about to happen inside the black convertible.

Kook’s hand was already under Tae’s dress again, two thick fingers lazily stroking her still-swollen clit. She was soaked. Had been since the moment he shoved her into the passenger seat.