“You were wearing a skirt nearly as short as this. Were you hoping he’d finger you right in front of me?” Embarrassment and desire twine through me. “Maybe.” My breath catches in my throat as his hand shift higher, his rough palm against my bare skin. I swallow hard. “Maybe I was hoping you’d do it.”

“You were wearing a skirt nearly as short as this. Were you hoping he’d finger you right in front of me?” Embarrassment and desire twine through me. “Maybe.” My breath catches in my throat as his hand shift higher, his rough palm against my bare skin. I swallow hard. “Maybe I was hoping you’d do it.”

— Katee Robert