Finding out the truth
Beth POV Although I tried several times to pick up my dress, his last orders wouldn’t let me touch it. I was, however, able to pick up his suit jacket that he had left behind and I put that on before heading to the lounger to relax as instructed. I laid my head on the cushioned arm and curled myself into a tight ball as my mind processed what had happened this evening. No matter how much my brain had tried to resist him, my body encouraged and desired him. Even now, thinking of the way he fed me dessert had me pressing my thighs together as my arousal flared once more. I must have dosed off, as I was jolted awake by a hand caressing my bare thigh and making its way underneath the jacket I wore and over my hip. “Oh Beth. If I had known how good you look in my clothing, I would have made
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