Chapter 118 His Touch

• Alissia POV
• A shiver runs down my spine as his breath washes over my neck, sending a wave of warmth through me. His hand, which rests casually on my thigh, slowly slides upward, and then, in a motion that steals my breath, cups me between my legs. My body trembles instantly, caught off guard by the rush of sensation. He doesn’t falter, his voice as steady as ever, completely composed, giving no hint of the illicit act unfolding beneath the table. I can feel his fingers slipping under my panties, pressing against my clit, igniting a fire that spreads through my veins.
• I try to keep my expression neutral, fighting the urge to react, though every nerve in my body is alive and humming with pleasure. Desperately seeking a distraction, I turn my gaze to the dancer on the pole in the middle of our table, watching her fluid movements, focusing on anything but the way his fingers are expertly working me toward the edge. But when his fingers slide inside me, all pretense crumbles, and I feel his head dip, his breath hot and tantalizing against my skin.