The second he finished speaking, the temperature shot through four digits fast; Mia felt as if she had been whiplashed. She turned around and grabbed his shoulders to push him away, but the man was like a piece of rock. More than pushing him away, Mia ended up digging her fingers into his shoulder just as the man pushed her skirt away and slid his middle finger against her core over the fabric of her underpants.
"Hmmm, it does seem like you got wet for me," he murmured, his finger stroking her core but this time he found her clit. "Well, I can forgive you now."
Mia wished to tell him that she didn't care if he forgave her or not, but the second she parted her lips, a needy sound escaped her mouth. She wondered if it was because she was sitting in the lap of this man, or maybe because he had awakened a side of her that she couldn't even fathom herself.
