KATY’S POV
His hard bulge pressing against my belly makes a reply impossible. My focus snaps to the heat building up between my legs and I feel my panties soaking up, ridiculously, undeniably wet. My n*****s are hard points against the fabric of my dress, and I know he can see exactly what he’s doing to me.
When I stay mute, his lips brush my ear. “Do you know how long I’ve tried to be a gentleman around you?” Shivers rocket through me. “Now, I know you’ve been pretending. Now, I know if I reach down under that dress right now, you’re so wet for me. I’ve always thought I was garbage to you, but jealousy really looks good on you, Peach.”
He’s mocking me and my lips twitch in defiance. “Don’t be so sure of yourself. Not everyone can make me wet.”
What can he do? Check to prove I’m lying
