CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Margaret’s POV

Raymond’s fingers played skillfully under my dress and I didn’t know how to suppress my moans anymore. It was the same crazy fantasy from the club, all over again: the potential of being caught with this beautiful, strange man, and getting away with it. He began to move his thumb in small circles but kept his fingers pressed deep, unmoving. His arm barely shifted above the table, but below where the tablecloth hit our hips, an explosion was building. I stared at his arm, his dress shirt peeking out from his suit jacket, and could feel him watching my face, watching every single breath I took,...