Image: London Bus and Taxi at Night – Tim Sheerman-Chase

Today’s Scene teaser, an excerpt from An Unexpected Fare. 

I’ve been in countless London restaurants and black cabs over the years and have often wondered what sorts of deliciously deviant things go on in back seats or at tables, in full view of drivers and waiters. I’m sure we’ve all played footsie, surreptitiously fondled under cover of a tablecloth. Perhaps felt a hand slip discretely beneath our skirt. But what happens when it goes further? A lot further. And your most avid watcher isn’t a stranger?

 

AN UNEXPECTED FARE

“What are you doing?” she says, hoarsely, as soon as he’s out of earshot, her gaze fixed on the white linen tablecloth.

Slowly, deliberately, I move my trapped index finger so that the very tip of it grazes her clit, light as a butterfly, through her lace underwear. “What does it look like I’m doing, pet?” I say quietly. “I’m touching my wife.”

She sucks in a breath and casts a sharp glance at me before slowly dropping her eyes to look at her right wrist, still caught in Paul’s hand. “And Paul?” she whispers, not daring to look at him. “What’s he doing?”

I lean down, press my mouth to the milky skin between her neck and shoulder, catch her flesh between my teeth and bite lightly.

“Why, you, of course.” Continue reading →