“I was going to let you go with a gentle mauling, but now, I’m going to need to be more thorough.” He dropped his fork. His hand settled on my knee, squeezing it before pushing his hand higher and taking my skirt with it.
“They can see.” My words came out like a cross between a stutter and a gasp.
His breath skirted across the shell of my ear. “No. They can’t.”
I parted my thigh as far apart as the skirt would allow. Each inch exposing more of me as his hand pushed up the constricting fabric.
His thumb brushed across the fabric at the apex of my thighs. “Tell me Keely. Are you wet?”