He lifted both hands, clasped them under Mia Foster's armpits, and pulled her over, causing Mia, who had lost her balance, to fall directly into Felix Shaw's arms.
His arms were wide open, and she was wearing a flimsy nightgown. This contact, separated by only a thin layer of fabric, made Mia even angrier, though in truth she felt more embarrassed because his, nestled against her chest, was noticeably felt even through the fabric.
Feeling more frustrated inside, Mia bit the skin in front of her. With a muffled groan, Felix lifted her up and spoke, his voice indulgent yet resigned, "What's there to be embarrassed about? We've been together forever. It's not like you haven't used it."
Felix's choice of words was quite direct; he said you haven't used it, not you haven't seen it.
Mia Foster…
