Ella took a deep breath and tried to remain as still as possible while perched on his rock-hard thigh. Even though she had already come to terms with the fact that this mission would demand her to be sexually active—perhaps even daring—this moment, right now, wasn't how she had imagined it. She didn't want to practice any of it with him. Not like this.
But his hand, lightly tapping against her hip in that silent, insistent rhythm, made it clear she would have to go through with it. There was no graceful way out. And the truth was, she felt a knot of nerves twisting tighter in her chest. What if she did it wrong? What if he could tell she was scared?
Worse, what if he judged her? She knew he would...because it was his job to 'teach' her this aspect of the job... and he did seem to notice everything..
Finally, she placed her hands on his shoulders for balance and leaned in. Their lips touched.
