The feel of his tongue against her breast was heaven, still she clenched her hands into fists, grabbed his hair, and tried to pull him off. “Sorry to disturb you,” Arnold called through the door, “but Miss Campbell’s father is on the phone.” Trevor quit sucking, but his finger remained inside her. “She’ll be there in just a moment, Arnold.” “Very good, sir.” “Oh my God,” she whispered. “What if he’d come in?” Trevor withdrew his finger and reclined, resting his head against the back of the sofa. Keeping both hands clamped on her hips, his cock jutted between them. “He’d have something to put in his wank bank, I suppose.” With a snarl, Allie pushed out of his arms and scrambled off him as she searched for her bra. She found it lying halfway under the sofa and slipped into it. The thong was ripped and useless. She glanced down at her feet and realized she was still wearing her shoes.
