A Good Girl's ruin(Dark Steamy stories )
“Taste it.”
I leaned forward and closed my lips around his thumb, sucking gently. The salty, creamy flavor mixed with the taste of his skin. His breath hitched visibly. “Jesus, Lena,” he whispered. “You have no idea what that does to me.”
By the third course—a seared duck breast with cherry reduction and toasted hazelnuts,the air between us felt electric. His foot had worked its way higher under the table, sliding along my inner thigh. I parted my legs slightly without thinking, letting him in. The rough pad of his foot pressed against the damp heat of my panties, rubbing in slow, maddening circles.