Cameron’s pinky grazes the outside of my thigh, and I nearly spit out my water due to the desire that sparks in my stomach. I glance at him to see that he’s chatting with Ryker as his pinky travels higher, inching under my skirt hidden by the tablecloth. I can’t believe he would touch me at a family dinner, but part of me isn’t shocked. The man is a sweetheart in public but dirtier than I imagined in the sheets.
