Henry stiffened, very noticeably.
I'd have mistaken him for becoming a mannequin if his hard-on wasn't pressed so firmly against my butt.
And by hard-on… I meant hard.
I pushed further back, and he sucked in a deep breath, muttering a quiet,
‘sweet Jesus’
“Henry, is everything—”
“Don't.” He deadpanned, suddenly.
I froze.
“Don't move, Rosie.”
“Why?” I said,...