It wasn’t just her. Shuddering, he grabbed the back of her head, forcing himself deeper into her mouth. The breast massage lasted at least ten minutes, and Lydia thought she might go crazy if she didn’t get some relief soon. Lydia sipped her wine and ate slowly, enjoying the way Mark kept slanting sidelong glances at her as he shoveled his food into his mouth, barely tasting it. “If you eat too much dinner, you won’t have any room left for dessert.” He grabbed her hand and hauled her out of the chair. Her breathing slowed and she was on the verge of drifting off when Olivia’s warm hands started massaging her bottom again. When she was gone, Lydia slowly sat up and drank her water. He had gone running earlier and was still dressed for it; Lydia was glad she wouldn’t have to fumble with buttons and belts.
