MARION

Demetria lifted from her chair and rounded the table. The soft click of her heels against the floor made my chest tighten in anticipation, each step deliberate, teasingly slow, stepping between my legs.

My hands moved to her thighs and under her dress. The warmth of her skin beneath my fingers sent an electric thrill through me, and I had to remind myself to stay composed. I reached for her panties. Her eyes darted around, and I smiled. Is my Wildfire feeling shy? I could see the ...