His thumb circled my knee and I frowned. What the hell? His touch was tentative, almost teasing. Shocked, I found myself growing still as his fingers drifted past the slit in my dress, until his callous hand was on my bare skin. Gooseflesh peppered my skin and my breath hitched. Oh God. What was he doing? My eyes darted to William, but he was unaware of his son’s intention. I gripped the table’s edge when his fingers inched higher toward the juncture of my thighs. My legs clenched, only to end up trapping his hand between my thighs, and Killian grinned. I should have stopped him. I really
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