Chapter 98

Madison

I reached for them, but he yanked them away at the last second. His other hand caught my wrist, pulling me against his chest.

“Tell me how it feels,” he murmured against my ear. “Sitting there, exposed, knowing I’m the only one who knows.”

The fabric of my skirt brushed against my bare skin as I shifted. “It’s distracting.”

“Just distracting?” His fingers traced up my thigh, hiking up my skirt. “Not exciting? Not making you wet?”

I swallowed hard, my body betraying me as heat pooled between my legs. “It’s complicated.”

“Did you finger yourself during the meeting?” His voice was low and seductive as he slipped his fingers higher.

“No.” I tried to keep my voice steady, but his touch made it difficult.

He clicked his tongue in mock disappointment and slid the panties back into his pocket. “I expected more from you. I thought you’d be wet and touching yourself under the table.”

“I couldn’t,” I whispered, feeling shame