The girl visibly deflated at the sight of him pressed against me.
“Sorry, Sir.” She murmured. Bobbing her head. “Brought the buckets, Sir.”
“No need to be sorry.” Gray said in that dark voice. “Do as you need. You’re no bother to me.”
It was humiliating that she could see us in such a compromising position.
I probably looked no better than a common harlot with him molded against me as he was. His fingertips a breath away from fondling me.
“Is your intent to embarrass me?”
“No.”
I eyed him quizzically.
“It’s to keep you right here, right where I want you, whilst she goes in and out.”
He wasn’t jesting.
Even when the brawny lad drug in the large metal tub and began pouring the buckets that the barmaid had brought up, he didn’t budge.
Not until they said they were done. P
