“Elliott, stop what you’re doing right now. She’s a part of our red mixer.” Dane’s voice broke through, his tone sharp and commanding.
Oh no. My awareness came back as blood rushed to my face. What have I done? I felt I had been caught doing something I shouldn’t, though Dane had no claim over me. Still, I couldn’t bring myself to look at him.
Elliott kept me in his arms, seemingly unaffected by Dane’s appearance. “She didn’t stop me. She wants to be touched. I know she’s wet. Feel her, Dane.”
I flushed and closed my thighs together to try to quench the aching need that pulsed there. Oh, did I ever want Dane to touch me, but Elliott telling Dane to do so embarrassed me.
I finally pushed Elliott’s hands away and he stepped back.
“Did you invite Elliott to touch you, Gia?” Dane asked. H
