“A toast,” Tristian said as he handed her a glass. “A toast to Angel and Tristian… Lords of the Manor… at least for tonight,” he smiled charmingly.
Angel raised the glass, drinking it until there wasn’t any left. Hearing one of her favorite love songs playing softly, she closed her eyes and swayed to it, then blinked when her glass suddenly left her hand.
Tristian set their glasses down and wrapped his arms around her, holding her close as he started to barely move with the music. Placing one of his legs between hers, he pulled against the small of her back until they were completely flush with each other. His movements became seductive, causing her center to rub against his thigh as she laid her forehead against his chest.
Angel felt the silk of his robe caress between her legs and she
