She glanced down, panting softly. A woman laughed loudly on the other side of the curtain. It was madness, and she knew it

was madness, but a thrill tore through her nevertheless.

She arched her back. Her breasts looked flushed, the nipples erect and reddened. The only thing she could consider was the desire to have his mouth back on her. She bit her lower lip.

“I don’t want you to stop,” she whispered. “But there isn’t time to—”

He released one of her hands and sat up slightly, pushing back the table several inches from their seat. He leaned down, reached toward the floor and drew up his hand....