Johnathon POV
I slide out of her panting and groaning. Charlotte looks over her shoulder and smiles wickedly, leaning down to pull up her panties, shimmying so that her dress slides back down over her hips. I'm out of breath, leaning back against the railing, while she giggles and flips her hair over her shoulder.
"See," she says triumphantly as I catch my breath, gesturing to the garden below us, the staff thankfully nowhere to be seen as we continue to stand on the balcony, my hand reaching down to put my member back inside my pants and do up the zipper "this is why we can't take the old man back in," she tells me smugly "otherwise we wouldn't be able to do stuff like this."
I say nothing, remembering the lost look on John's face and the guilt I had felt when Charlotte had flat-out r
