Chapter 8

Delilah

With my gaze locked on his, I slowly cross my legs again. He thinks he can tell me what to do, but he's wrong. I chose to let his hand roam my thigh, because I didn't want to fight him and draw attention to myself during the meeting. I think I need to remind him no one controls me.

I am about to remind him of that when the words get caught in my throat. Beau's muscular hands move under my skirt, caressing my scorching skin. I stare at him as what he’s doing registers. He’s really putting his hand under my skirt. How dare he?

As Beau's hands start to leave hot trails across my skin, I clinch my legs tighter as a familiar sensation builds in my lower region. But I think I made things worse because now Beau's hand is locked between my thighs. I throw my head back as I realize what I’ve done. Oh, Lord, how could I have made it worse? Beau chuckles at my discomfort.

His hand is so close to my core that I can feel the heat radiating from hi