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No It couldn’t be She touched the fabric Goose bu panties

“Rafe…”

In control, dominant, with an obvious, full expectation of her compliance, he sat back, steepled his hands in front of him, and waited

Hope went through her usual ymnastics, like she had with the rose at the Bluewater Grill She wanted to say no, but she was also intrigued The experiences with the butterfly had been awful, yet the orgasravation The fact that they were in public gave her pause What if she groaned so loud that others heard her? Then again, would anyone notice?

She reached toward the panties, then dropped her hand in indecision again

Of course, there was the word she could use as a safety net, yet the wicked part of her that he’d uncovered flicked it to the side If she did cry out, it would reflect on him

This tiarrabbed her purse to tuck the small scrap of fabric inside

He shook his head

“What?”

“No hiding”

“You don’t care if people knoe’re doing?”

“Not in the least” The rich ti her of the dirty things he’d said to her in the shower “In fact, I’d prefer that they did”

With a sigh, she pushed back her chair Like a gentleman, he stood “One day, sweet Hope, you’ll do what I ask without all this equivocation”

She doubted that Clutching the underwear, she fled toward the restrooain, no one paid any attention to her

The bathroo and brass fixtures There were a number of individual roo Grateful for the privacy, she slipped into the silky panties Then, filled with expectation, she stood there, waiting for so to happen

When it didn’t, she pulled the chain on the overhead tank to flush the toilet, just in case anyone noticed, then shook her head at her own ridiculousness