"Not now..."
Joel Russo didn't give Arabella Vanderbilt any chance to argue.
"Joel... we can't... baby..."
"We can..."
"Not even a little bit, hmm?"
That low, husky voice carried a hint of color, making Arabella's face instantly turn crimson.
"I..."
How was she supposed to answer such a question?
It would have been fine if he hadn't mentioned it, but once he did, the sensations in that area were magnified a hundredfold, especially with how he was teasing her...
If it were before when she hadn't experienced it, she wouldn't have known what it tasted like, but now she...
She bit her lip tightly, not answering the question, yet her expression brought Joel great delight.
But Arabella still held onto his hand.
"No, we can't!"
"..."
Joel Russo's expression suddenly stiffened, the restrained look on his handsome face made Arabella feel slightly guilty.
Even through the fabric, she could clearly feel the outline and warmth beneath her palm.
