Chapter 237

Slowly she felt him relax as he touched her. Well, not all of him - his cock had hardened while the rest of his muscles unwound.

"My father was unimportant to me," he murmured, his voice so low she could barely hear him even though his lips were right next to her ear. As if in payment for dispensing this information, his hand reached up to squeeze her breast, his fingers gliding over the fabric of her dress and seeking out her nipple, which stiffened at his touch. Trish didn't protest, she let him play with her body... and answer her question. "He was never part of my life."

Now both his hands were caressing her breasts, his face still buried in her neck, as if he was using her body to distract from any emotions which might bubble up. It distracted her as well, making her want to moan as he kneaded and pinched her soft flesh, making her squirm on his lap, the bulge of his cock throbbing beneath her.

"The one time he could have made a r