Safe Word by Christie Grey Page A

now his teasing didn’t involve fake plastic snakes, water balloons and stolen kisses.  These days it was far more scandalous.
    Swiveling around in the passenger seat, Melody checked to make sure no one was on their tail.  Then she glanced at the road in front of them cautiously, wary of the relentless oncoming traffic.  Taking a deep breath, she reached back and undid the clasp of her bra. 
    That was the easy part.  Getting the damn thing off was going to be the tricky bit!
    Zane watched out of the corner of his eye as Melody struggled to remove her bra without actually having to remove her blouse.  He looked completely amused by her dilemma, observing with great interest as she wriggled, squirmed and contorted her body in all sorts of unnatural, bendy positions.
    Then, finally, she got the bra off.  She held it up triumphantly for him to see – and then quickly tucked it away as she realized they were pulling up to the toll booth. 
    There was quite a lineup, so it was clear there would be a bit of a wait. 
    “Hands on your knees and elbows at your sides,” Zane suddenly ordered.  “Arch your back and stick your tits out.  Stay in that position until I tell you otherwise.”
    As Melody took the specified position, she was acutely aware of how prominently her breasts were displayed.  She was sure her face must be the same color as a ripe tomato as she sat there in her sheer white blouse brazenly showing off her assets.
    She hoped none of other drivers were paying attention to her, but she knew it was unlikely.  That was exactly what the bored and weary did in lineups:  they people watched.  And she was giving them an eyeful.
    The knowledge that she wasn’t wearing any panties beneath her short skirt didn’t help matters any.  And when Zane turned on the air conditioning, aiming the vents right at her chest, Melody was done for.  Before she knew it her nipples were rock hard and poking very noticeably through the thin, barely there material of her white blouse.
    “I would have much rather pinched them until they got hard for me,” Zane murmured huskily.  “But that probably would have been too overt.  Oh!  Look at that, the line is moving,” he remarked as he put the car back into drive.
    As they pulled up to the toll booth, Melody was appalled to find a male worker in uniform standing there next to the machine that typically took the money and automatically allowed vehicles access to the bridge.
    “Don’t you dare move,” Zane told Melody cheerfully before rolling his window down.
    “Good afternoon!” the young male worker called out.
    “How’s it going?” Zane asked, his arm hanging casually out the side of the window.  Of course he would have to strike up a conversation and drag things out rather than hurrying along. 
    “Oh not too bad I guess,” the guy outside replied.  “It would be a lot better if we weren’t dealing with machine malfunctions, but what are you gonna do?” he remarked as Zane handed him the correct change.
    “Yeah, I hear that.  Looks like we picked a busy day to head into the city,” Zane said, making sure to call attention to the fact that he wasn’t travelling alone.
    The worker peered past Zane and laid eyes on Melody, who was frozen in position, unmoving, her heart pounding.  Her nipples were still sticking right out, and it didn’t take the young man long to notice them.  He took a good, long look, his eyes practically bugging out of his head.
    Then, with a big, dopey grin on his face, he handed the money back to Zane.  “You get a free pass today, sir!” he said cheerfully.  “Have a great day sir...ma’am!”  His eyes lingered on Melody when he said that, or more specifically on her chest.
    “Thank you,” Melody barely managed to squeak, mortified beyond belief. 
    “Okay, you can relax now,” Zane said pleasantly as they hit the open road once again.
    “Gee, thanks,” she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. 
    “What’s the