Serena’s eyes went wide, her fork dropping onto her plate with a clink, her body going rigid as she squeezed her thighs together hard, trying to stifle the sensation building in her ass.

  A quiet gasp slipped out, and she covered it with a cough, her face turning red as the vibrations kept going, teasing her insides.

  “You alright over there, Serena?”

  Dad asked, looking up from his food with a frown, setting his knife down.

  She nodded quickly, forcing a smile, but her voice came out strained.

  “Yeah, Dad, just swallowed a bite wrong, got caught in my throat.”

  She shot me a quick glare across the table, but...