Sara Michaels
“Excuse me for a moment,” Sara said softly, pushing her chair back from the dinner table. “I need to use the bathroom.”
Eleanor nodded kindly. “Of course, dear. Take your time.”
Sara stood up carefully, her legs still slightly unsteady from the intense orgasm Kingsley had given her under the table.
She could feel the wetness between her thighs with every step as she walked away from the dining room, heading toward the elegant guest bathroom down the hallway.
She had barely closed the door behind her when it opened again.
Kingsley slipped inside and locked it with a quiet click.
Sara turned around, her eyes widening. “Kingsley… what are you doing? Someone might notice...”
He stepped closer, backing her gently against the marble counter. His hands settled on her waist,
