My skin was damp and too sensitive, my breasts heavy and tender. My clit throbbed for attention, pounding along with my raging heartbeat.
I was vaguely aware of movement, and then the couch was against my back. James was levered over me with one knee on the cushion and the other foot on the floor.
His left arm supported his torso while his right hand gripped the back of my knee, sliding upward along my thigh in a firmly possessive glide.
His breath hissed out when he reached the point where my garter clipped to the top of my silk stocking. He tore his gaze away from mine and looked down, pushing my skirt higher to bare me from the waist down.
"Jesus, Emmy." A low rumble vibrated in his chest, the primitive sound sending goosebumps racing across my skin. "Your boss is damned lucky."
