Ella's POV

　　"Steady now! We don't want your delicate hands to scold on spilled coffee."

　　I tried to steady my shaking breath and focus on pouring his coffee. But he was not making it easy! Leaning forward in his back in his chair, letting one hand slide up my skirt. My breath hitched, and the mug wobbled a little, making a couple of drops slide down the side of his cup as his finger brushed along the side of my underwear. Up between my things, so close I could ...