"Zoe, stop it. You've caused enough trouble already," I told her, still trying to regain my normal breathing. My entire body was sweating, and I felt embarrassed at the thought of the assistant noticing. I could feel the sweat soaking into the new shirt.
"What am I supposed to do about this?" I asked Zoe, showing her my damp white top.
She laughed. "Just say the material isn't the best; it's never happened to you before."
Zoe stood in front of me, her chest exposed. She stepped closer and took hold of my still-erect member in her hand, but I immediately grabbed her wrist and made her let go.
"You haven't finished yet," Zoe said, clearly hoping I would continue.
"I am finished. You helped me calm down, and I appreciate that, but now I need to focus on the ceremony," I replied firmly.
