Nathaniel grunted, his voice a mix of tension and strain—perhaps from her actions, which made his throat tighten.

She was touching him through the fabric, and he was quickly becoming aroused.

This was new for him; he'd never been handled so boldly in such a public setting.

"Come on, drink up," Celeste urged, her face flushing a subtle shade of red, her demeanor shy.

Yet beneath that timid appearance, her hand, which had daringly unzipped him and slipped inside, was ...