He finally breaks our kiss, leaving me gasping for air and grinding himself into me. “That’s all for you, Amelia. You have me walking around this city with a permanent fucking hard-on.” He tilts his head, eyes narrowed as they rake over my face. “Is the feeling mutual?” “W-what?” His free hand skates over my ass and down the outside of my thigh. He tugs at the fabric of my dress, pulling it higher. “Are. You. Wet?” He punctuates each word with a kiss on my neck that has me squirming. “N-no,” I lie. He smirks, his deep brown eyes twinkling as he pulls my dress higher. “Shall we see about that?”
