My hand hovers over my keyboard, and my fingers refuse to move. I suck in a breath and leisurely lower my gaze. Colt’s palm rests on my knee, and he slowly drags it up, under my skirt. He inches to my ear; his hot breath on my skin makes my nipples harden instantly. “On a scale from one to five, how quiet do you think you’ll be able to keep?” And he fucking won. Checkmate, Ava.
