Page 20 of Hot Buttered Rum

“Yeah? I guess that depends if you can afford the traveling fee.” He wiggled his foot between my feet encouraging me to spread my knees to a highly unladylike distance.

“There’s a fee?”

He leaned forward and pushed the hem of my dress up as high as it could go. “Lavender panties are a good start.” He drew his hands back slowly along my thighs.

My pussy reacted instantly to his touch. I tried to control my breathing, but it was nearly impossible with the way he was gazing at me.

“I’ll tell you what—” he looked at the table. “I’ll clean up. You head upstairs and wait for me.”

Of course everything in my good girl conscience said to look shocked and to hesitate, but my good girl conscience was being ordered about by my newfound scandalously naughty girl conscience.

Turner’s blue eyes followed me as I stood up.

“Should I keep the dress on?”

“Definitely.”

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