"Have I told you how ravishing you are, Mr. Dreiberg?" Oh, and he was. All neat and orderly and adorable, she just wanted to muss him up and throw him off kilter. Her skirt hiked up her thighs as she her hips rolled forward to press tight against his lap, while fingers curled into his hair. "How long until we get to New York?" Not waiting for an answer she dipped her head down, tongue sliding along the curve of his neck before nipping at his collar bone.