I pulled Micah’s panties from my breast pocket. Her face flushed with embarrassment, but she kept her eyes locked on mine as I stood and walked over to her.

When I reached her side she swallowed hard. I crouched down, looking straight into her eyes. She was clearly waiting to see what I would do next.

I smirked, leaned in, and trailed my hands slowly up her legs, under the hem of her dress, all the way to her thighs. Her breathing turned shallow.

My fingers slipped higher. She shifted uncomfortably, but I didn’t care. Anyone watching could stare all they wanted. She was my woman. If I felt like...