Suddenly, Luther’s hands moved from my face to the buttons of my shirt, and with a swift, shocking movement, he undid the top one. A jolt of panic shot through me, so intense it was almost a thrill. The maids were just a few feet away, their footsteps sounding like thunder right above our heads. If one of them were to look down, they would find us in this shameful, forbidden dance of pleasure, and yet I did nothing to stop his wandering hands.
He undid another button and then another, his fingers working with a practiced speed that left me breathless. He slipped his hand inside my shirt, his palm warm against my skin. With a gentle push, he pulled down my bra and cupped my breast, his thumb rolling over my hardened n****e. A moan almost escaped my lips, a sound I quickly muffled against h
