I touched the silky warmth of the skin just inside Nathaniel's hip, that soft pocket of flesh that frames the groin. I had my gun out as I screamed. My little blue and black skirt outfit, complete with high heeled boots, didn't look much like security detail. If he thought it was going to make me flinch, he was wrong, but it was still a good look.
Nathaniel was at my back rubbing his hands over and over my skin, making soothing noises. But there wasn't, so I couldn't slink off even if I'd been willing to do it. They had little round bouquets of orange and white flowers with black lace and orange and black ribbons trailing down from the flowers. Those small movements drew small, quick, sounds from him, almost sounds of protest.
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