8. Embarrassed

Dahlia Carrington

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My breathing hitched and my eyes were focused on him as he folded my panties and put them in his suit pocket. “W-what are you doing?” I stumbled over my words, unable to help being nervous.

“You just finished dessert. Isn’t it fair I have mine as well?” Damon’s voice was husky as he asked me that question.

Realization dawned on me at once when he parted my legs. I may have been indoors for most of my life, but I knew what it felt like to be aroused by a man. I’d read countless books which, in Anya’s words, were worse than watching porn.

I could smell my arousal and I was certain he could too. He brought his face closer to my vagina and I completely stopped breathing.

He peered up at me. “Breathe, doll.”

As instructed, I took a deep breath, trying to ignore his hands on my bare skin. My dress had risen above my ass, which meant my pussy was on display for him. “What if someone walks in?”

“No one will.” He assured me but that did not put my mind at ease. However,