Elene
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I tried to keep my eyes fixed on the TV, ignoring his hand lingering on my thighs, my breath still tangling on my throat.
Aria faced him. “Are you enjoying the movie?” She asked. “You seem distracted.”
Of course he was. His attention was on my thighs.
Fredrick nodded. “I am.”
Aria smiled and returned her gaze to the TV.
Fredrick glanced at me through the corner of his eyes as his hands crept up my thighs.
I should stop him. But I was wondering how I could do it without Aria noticing it.
His hand slid up and I finally felt his fingers brushing my slit. My body tightened and I almost stared at him.
As he ran his fingers down my slit through the fabric of my pants, I grabbed his hand and held it in place. I shot him a sharp look, and a faint smirk formed on his lips.
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