Jeremiah’s hand trailed slowly up my bare thigh from behind. His fingers were warm and confident. They slipped under the edge of my tiny sleep shorts and pressed two fingers right against my pussy through my soaked panties. He rubbed slowly, feeling how wet I was. A low groan escaped his throat. “Fuck, Emily… you’re absolutely dripping. Your panties are ruined. The wetness is soaking through already.”

I gasped and my hips twitched against his hand before I could stop myself. The pressure on my swollen clit felt too good. “Please… stop…”

Conrad cupped my breast through my tank top and pinched my hard nipple, rolling it between his fingers....