Page 81 of Bound By Her

She waited at the car door. “We could add the plug, if you think it will make you move faster?”

That got his tight little rear in gear.

Eric drove, and the two of them sat in the back seat.

Adria hadn’t anticipated the tension that fell around her. Sexually frustrated, she had resorted to masturbatingmultiple times per day. But even that hadn’t alleviated her appetite. A fact that was becoming abundantly clear as she sat in the back seat, so close to Seth.

If she had been horny in the car with Cole, she simply would have hiked up her skirt and put him to work.

“Have any experience with this?” she asked, hoping to ease the tension.

Seth looked at her like she was crazy.

“Driving in a car?” he said.

“No,” her tone was sharp, “going on dinner dates with women.”

His eyebrows raised.

“With women,” he repeated back to her, and the sultry look he hit her with caused heat to rise in her gut.

She fought to keep her blush under control. This was one time she wished Eric wasn’t there.

“Yes, I’ve been on dates with women. Many times,” Seth said.

Adria took a steadying breath, trying to ground herself.

Kaydon and Seth had an effect on her—one she didn’t want to acknowledge, one that made her grip on reality feel dangerously thin. She needed a car with a larger back seat because the proximity to Seth was unraveling her in ways she wasn’t prepared for.

She turned slightly, catching Seth’s profile as he stared out the window. His face was unreadable, but she knew better than to think he wasn’t processing her every word.

“I guess I assumed you guys didn’t date,” she murmured.

Before he could respond, the car jerked to a sudden stop, and she pitched forward.

Her arm shot out instinctively, catching Seth mid-motion.

His hand landed on her forearm, his touch light butlingering. Normally, Adria despised uninitiated contact. It was intrusive, unwanted—a violation. But Seth’s touch was something else. It didn’t burn. It didn’t make her want to recoil. Instead, it sparked something unsettlingly warm deep inside her.

A slow, simmering awareness.

“Sure, we date,” Seth said, his hand still on her. His voice was smoother now, almost teasing. “Nothing serious, but sometimes we venture.”

The word—venture—felt loaded, and she wasn’t sure she liked the weight of it.

Reluctantly, she pulled her arm back to her side, forcing the moment to pass. But Seth’s gaze never wavered. He was watching her. Measuring. The three of them were always doing that—dissecting her, watching for a crack.

The ride stretched between them, the air thick.

Adria shifted uncomfortably in her seat. The normalcy of it—the close quarters, the steady hum of the road beneath them—it felt intimate. Too intimate. And Adria didn’tdointimate.

“What kind of things can we expect?” Seth asked, his voice cutting through the tension. “Like when we go out?” He jutted his chin forward, feigning nonchalance.

Adria clung to the question like a lifeline.Thisshe could handle. She could talk logistics, keep it professional.

“They might want to take you shopping,” she blurted out.

Seth let out a sharp laugh. “Really?”

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