BRIDGET'S POV
His eyes dropped between my thighs. "I can see it from here."
I looked down.
My nightgown was clinging.
He reached out. His fingers finding the hem and pushing it up my thighs.
And I grabbed his wrist and held it there and we were both very still.
"Charles will be home soon," I said.
"In an hour." He held my gaze. "I know his schedule."
"Ted…"
"One hour is enough time." His fingers moved higher and found my inner thigh and I felt my willpower doing what it had been doing every time he got within touching distance of me, which was quietly putting its coat on and leaving.
His fingers reached my p***y.
"Oh…" The sound came out small and helpless.
He pushed two fingers through my folds and I fell back against the pillows and my hand went immediately to my breast and s
