Jace's hand gripped Valentina's ass hard, his fingers digging into the soft flesh through her red dress.
Her whole body flinched. She tried to stay still, but her thighs trembled, breath catching in her throat.
He smirked, sliding his finger lower, pressing against her asshole through the thin fabric. The pressure made her panties ride into her crack, poking against her hole.
A shocked moan escaped her lips. She slapped a hand over her mouth, muffling it, afraid the women ahead might hear her.
But they kept chatting, still unaware. Their voices carried on.
Jace leaned close, his breath brushing her ear. 'Should I remove it?'
Valentina's muffled voice quivered. "…R-remove?" Her chest heaved, torn between confusion and the flood of heat rising in her belly.
Then Jace suddenly withdrew his left hand, completely.
The sudden absence made her body twitch with need. Before she could stop herself, the words slipped out in a trembling whisper. "N-No…"
Jace's smirk deepened.
