The man said he was a fairly new club member… He’d joined with his wife… Beth lost track of the conversation as Sir’s warm hand moved over her leg, her waist, fingering the tender crease where her thigh met her hip.
Despite being naked, she felt as if heat waves were rising from her skin. When Sir laid his hand on the inside of her thigh and brushed his knuckles against the curls of her p***y, all Beth could do was close her eyes. Don’t move. Don’t move.
“Well, it was nice meeting you, Nolan.”
Beth opened her eyes to see the man shake hands with Sir. The man glanced at Beth and the position of Sir’s hand. His face colored slightly before he hurried off.
Beth knew her face was probably just as red. Sir glanced back at her, his eyes crinkling. His fingers brushed against the swollen lips
