She couldn't close her legs. His grip on her knee kept her spread open, vulnerable, exposed to his whims while the meeting continued. This is so wrong, she thought, even as her hips began to rock subtly against his hand, chasing the building pressure. Fenris is right there. Nala could look up any second. Yet the more forbidden it felt, the more her body surrendered, the hotter the slick arousal coating her thighs became. Her nipples had hardened painfully against her dress, and every breath came shorter, shallower.
Flynn leaned in slightly, his breath warm against her ear while maintaining his professional mask for the others. "Look at you. Married to that pathetic excuse for a husband, and here you are, soaking my fingers. Does it feel better when it's wrong, Jinx? When you know you shouldn't want this?"
