*Zac*
I hear the tiny sound and look down at Freya. Her face is slightly turned up to mine, her eyes are closed. She looks as if she has just been thoroughly made love to. My body reacts instantaneously. Every muscle clenches, and I feel myself growing painfully hard. I groan.
“Did you say something?” Freya’s eyes fly open.
“Nothing I can tell you about in the middle of a crowded ballroom,” I mutter, beginning to steer her toward the French doors that lead to the Lindworthys’ garden.
She grins, “Ooooh, how intriguing.”
“I wish you knew exactly how intriguing,” I say under my breath.
“What did you say?” Amid the din of the crowded ballroom, Freya hadn't been able to understand my words.
“Nothing,” I say in a louder voice, but the word comes out more sharply than I had intended.
She
