~~Kent~~
Her breath hitched the second my body pressed harder against hers, her back arching like she was trying not to melt into me. I held the mug in one hand, but the other…it had a mind of its own.
I let my lips hover by her ear, close enough that she could feel my breath ghosting across her skin. Then I asked, voice low and sharp,
“Do you think your husband would like this, Ashley?”
Before she could even form a reply, my free hand slid down the curve of her hip, fingers gathering the side of her gown. I dragged the soft fabric upward, slow, deliberate, until the heat of her thighs was exposed.
My fingers slipped beneath her panties like I had every right to be there.
She gasped, a sound so fragile it almost broke me. “No… he won’t,” she stuttered, her voice barely holding togeth
