I have to moisten my lips before I answer, because my heartbeat is going haywire and my mouth is suddenly dry. “Yes.”
Before I have time to feel embarrassed about my admission, James stands. He takes my hand and pulls me to my feet, then leads me out of the kitchen and into the living room. He stops a few feet away from the windows, off to one side so we’re hidden behind the heavy velvet drapery but have a clear view to the outside and the lighted apartment across the way.
Gigi is naked on her hands and knees on her bed, head thrown back, bare breasts bouncing as Gaspard drives into her from behind, his hands gripped around her slender hips.
Pulling me in front of him, James wraps his arms around my body so my own arms are pinned at my sides. Then he lowers his mouth to my ear and whisp
