"Please, Mr. Carlisle?" Emelie said again.

Emelie fully reclined on her back, and from beneath the blankets, she opened her legs and bent her knees, keeping her gaze locked on his. Nicholas was frozen where he stood as Emelie slightly pushed up the shirt with one hand, and teased the skin of her toned stomach with the other.

That wandering hand disappeared beneath the blankets. And after a few seconds, Emelie suddenly gasped and sharply arched her back. Nicholas felt his mouth fall open.

Emelie was touching herself right in front of him.

So much blood was flowing to his cock that Nicholas began feeling lightheaded. He was wholly fixated...