Chapter Eleven
Jordan
It took a long time for Natalie to relax. Her gaze flitted around the sunroom as we dined, the tension in her shoulders making me want to bind her to the church’s altar and give her the release her body needed—what I craved.
Her first bite of the duckling had resulted in a subtle, throaty moan as she closed her eyes and chewed. My c**k stayed at half-mast throughout the rest of the meal, every swipe of her tongue l*****g her lower lip after swallowing ensnaring my gaze.
Looking away became a necessity, and I shifted beneath Lily’s knowing glances and smiles as we ate. I honestly couldn’t decide which woman I feared more. Lily probed at both of us as though trying to find something Natalie and I had in common, and although Adam chuckled from time to time, his wife
