Ava's playful pout deepened as she asked, "So, Pastor Rhys, what are we going to do for fifteen hours?" Her voice was a sultry melody, laced with mischief.
Rhys chuckled, his hands steady on the wheel. "Well, Ava, I thought we could go over some Bible verses, maybe discuss the mission trip..." His voice trailed off, aware of the futility of his suggestion.
Ava rolled her eyes dramatically, "Boring. I was thinking more along the lines of some *actual* fun." She leaned over, her considerable breasts pressing against the armrest, and whispered in his ear, "You know, like what we usually do."
Rhys swallowed hard, trying to keep his eyes on the road. The mental image of Ava's bare skin beneath her clothes was a potent distraction. He cleared his throat, "Ava, we're in a moving vehicle, and there are other people in the group..."
Ava pouted again, her lips forming a perfect rosebud. "Fine, be a party pooper. But I'm not wearing any underwear, just so you know." She sat back, her arms still crossed, a smirk playing on her lips.
Rhys's grip on the steering wheel tightened, his mind filled with images of Ava's bare skin. He inhaled sharply, trying to regain his composure. "Ava, please..."
Ava laughed, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Oh, lighten up! I was just kidding... or was I?" She reached over, casually resting her hand on Rhys's thigh, her fingers lightly tracing circles on his jeans.
Rhys inhaled sharply, his heart racing. "Ava, you know this isn't appropriate..." His voice was a strained whisper.
Ava squeezed his thigh, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper, "I can't wait to see what you have planned for that altar in Dallas..." Her eyes were dark pools of desire, and Rhys felt a shiver run down his spine. The road trip had just become a lot more interesting.
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