Sweet Solitude

The sheer fabric of her skirt brushed against his trousers.

They suddenly felt tighter.

Even her casual little moves were enough to get him worked up.

The feeling was hard to resist.

"What's wrong? Had too much again?" he asked.

She gave a faint smile and shook her head. "Vance."

"Yes?" He looked intently at the blushing woman, wrapped an arm around her waist, and pulled her closer.

Celine had no