Chapter 81 It's better if they hear us

Nathaniel grunted, his voice a mix of tension and strain—perhaps from her actions, which made his throat tighten. She was touching him through the fabric, and he was quickly becoming aroused. This was new for him; he'd never been handled so boldly in such a public setting. "Come on, drink up," Celeste urged, her face flushing a subtle shade of red, her demeanor shy. Yet beneath that timid appearance, her hand, which had daringly unzipped him and slipped inside, was anything but reserved. She was directly stroking him. Nathaniel stiffened instantly. "Okay," he managed to say, his voice raspy and barely recognizable, as if strained from deep within. He tilted his head back and finished his wine in one gulp, a single drop trailing down from his lips to his Adam's apple and collarbone. "Mr. Ford, you're so sexy," Celeste whispered into his ear. Her voice was low, but it was enough to freeze them both at the table. Nathaniel was taken aback by her forwardness. His large hand reac