Did she know what to expect? She'd opened her legs farther, but she had acted innocent about a good many other things — the first time he kissed her it had been clumsy, like she wasn't used to kissing for its own sake. He didn't think her husband was the sort who did much for her pleasure, but maybe she thought he'd been asking about something else — maybe she was opening her legs to make room for him to sit between them. That was a thrilling notion, that she might want him to finally sleep with her... but he wasn't sure that was where tonight was headed, even if she was amenable to it. He certainly felt no desire to rush to the finale, despite knowing he would have to get her back to the party sooner or later. This was nice — he didn't want to skip it.

She was still working at his buttons, but he made it his goal to halt her progress by driving her entirely to distraction. He touched her first gently, exploring, but once he heard her gasp and confirmed he'd found the right way to touch her he shifted again, leaning in and applying more pressure — then lowered his mouth to her breast, angling for her nipple through the thin layer of her chemise.

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