Chapter 72

His hand on her thigh, his fingers gently caressed her supple skin through the slit. Amara sighed, feeling defeated as she gave him a pleading look. People were watching.

Rhys leaned back on his chair, his lips curving in a teasing smirk as he let his hand trace the hem of her dress and squeeze her inner thigh. He enjoyed watching her more than the anchor who was bluffing like a madman. He nibbled on his lips as she lowered her head and clasped both of her hands on his wrist. Still, that couldn’t stop him. Amara snapped her head at him, clear frustration and desire in her eyes as she glared at him.

“Please,”

“What are you pleading for here exactly, little me? Please put your hands between my legs and see how wet I am. Or, please let’s go back to the hotel and fuck me?”

Amara blushed shaking her head and was glad they were sitting alone, without any table around them, secluded by the large glass panels giving them the view of the outdoor gardens and the pool.

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