Baby steps.

Contains mature subject matter.

She firmly grasped his wrist as his fingers brushed the her thigh around the hem of her skirt, and he silent cursed himself for going too far this soon. He never knew when it was okay anymore to try and take it to the next level — things had changed since he’d last been a bachelor twenty years ago. Her steely eyes made him wither under their gaze and he suddenly wished he could be elsewhere. Anywhere.

“I think,” she said coolly, “What your looking for is…up… here…,” She pushed his hand up well past where he’d expected to land this evening. “I’ve been waiting for you to make a move all night. Now kiss me before I scream.”

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