“Are you sure?” she whispered. He hadn’t frowned at Master Z, only at her.
“I’m a cold bastard inside.” He ran a finger down her cheek, his eyes crinkling at the corners when he smiled. “And you’re very warm. Yes, I’m sure.” His hand stroked down her body to circle her breast, lower still to cup her mound. With his other hand, he raised her skirt and touched her intimately, sliding his fingers through her wet folds. She gasped as pleasure surged through her. He kissed her neck, then bit her sharply. His finger pressed against her p***y, undoubtedly feeling it clench in reaction to the erotic thrill. “Definitely warm,” he murmured, licking the bite. “Hot might be a better word.”
She flushed. Although it was a heady feeling being called hot, she knew everyone could see where his hand linge
