“Yes,” I whisper.

His fingers dive into the other cup, sliding the lace down until air kisses both breasts. “Gorgeous,” he growls, playing with one nipple and moving to the other. “So fucking lush.”

I moan and wiggle against the erection digging into my back. My tummy trembles as he trails his fingertips down the middle of my ribcage until they hover over the waistband of my skirt.

“Have you let him touch you?”

I purse my lips ...