Inside the car, Kyle seated Lindsey on his lap, raised the window separating them from the driver, and began kissing her with sweetness and possession. He couldn't resist the desire to have her; her beauty had him captivated.

Lindsey wanted to get off his lap; he held onto her like an octopus. The driver crossed her mind.

"Kyle, don't be a pervert. Let go; Máximo can hear us."

"Who cares? You're my wife, and I desire you now." He ran his tongue along the edge of her lips.

Lindsey felt a heat rising in her body. She didn't resist, wrapping her arms around the irresistible man in front of her. She hiked up her dress, straddled him, and positioned herself facing him, placing a leg on each side of his waist, pressing against his groin, and began kissing him passionately.

Kyle couldn't believe how sensual she looked while trying to control his impulses.

"Lin, stop, or I won't be able to make it home. I'm going to make love to you so intensely that even the guards following us will know I'm