She starts at my heel and slides her hand up the inside of my leg, inching closer and closer until her hand just grazes the tent of my pants. Her breath hitches. She’s about to pull away. “Oh, I’m sorry, I—” My hand shoots down to keep her fingers pressed there. Our eyes lock. I’m a goner the second I see her cheeks turn red and feel her give my cock the gentlest of squeezes. Fuck being a gentleman. When it comes to her, I’m a damn scoundrel. “Elio,” I snap. “Out.”
