Slowly, deliberately, Artis reached out, his hand stretching with predatory precision....
His thumb slid under the edge of her nightie, grazing the soft curve of her underboob like it had all the time in the world.
The remaining four fingers splayed above where her breasts began, hovering with maddening proximity to her stiff nipples.
Nadia's breath hitched, her chest rising and falling like a stormy sea. His touch was maddeningly close but infuriatingly restrained. Her body was betraying her, every nerve ending screaming for more.
Her thighs pressed together in a futile attempt to contain the flood, but it was no use. She could feel her juices trickling down her legs, pooling beneath her chair as if her body was trying to compete with the soup spill.
Artis tilted his head, his smirk as smug as ever.
"You're making a bigger mess than the soup, Nadia."
