Chapter 93 What are your terms?

The air in the car got warmer, almost as if the temperature had jumped up in that instant. Celeste felt a warmth spreading through her body. Especially where Nathaniel's hand was resting. His hand slowly moved lower, and her waist and belly started heating up too. Now Celeste was becoming aware that his touch made her increasingly sensitive; even the slightest movement could set off a reaction. But today, they were next to a busy street, bustling with people, not like the quiet, deserted riverside they were at last time. Nathaniel's hand had already slid under her clothes. She quickly stopped him. "Mr. Ford, stop it." Worried he might get the wrong idea, Celeste explained softly, "This isn't the place, and we... should really keep it down." "Okay, just a touch, won't go further." Nathaniel rested his head against her chest, feeling a great comfort that made him unbearably warm; he just couldn't help but indulge a little. The buzzing of a phone vibrating broke the spell. Af