sexual
frustration.
She
had
caught
his
eyes
dark
with
desire,
over
the
water
glass,
and
had
realized
he
had
read
her
thoughts.
And,
as
smooth
as
silk,
when
he
placed
the
glass
down
he
took
that
same
hand
and
without
calling
attention
to
what
he
was
doing,
placed
it
under
the
table
on
her
thigh.
At
first
she’d
almost
jerked
at
the
cool
feel
of
his
hand,
then
she’d
relaxed
when
his
hand
just
rested
on
her
thigh
without
moving.
But
then,
moments
later,
she
had
almost
gasped
when
his
hand
moved
to
settle
firmly
between
her
legs.
And
amidst
all
conversations
going
on
around
them,
as
the
brothers
tried
to
bring
her
up
to
date
on
what
had
been
going
on
in
their
lives
over
the
past
ten
years,
no
one
seemed
to
have
noticed
that
one
of
Dare’s
hands
was
missing
from
the
table
while
he
gently
stroked
her
slowly
back
and
forth
through
the
material
of
her
shorts.
He’d
tried
getting
her
zipper
down,
a
zipper
that,
thanks
to
the
way
she
was
sitting,
wouldn’t
budge.
Thinking
that
she
had
to
do
something,
anything
to
stop
this
madness,
she
leaned
forward
and
placed
her
elbows
on
the
table
and
cupped
her
face
in
her
hands
as
she
tried
to
ignore
the
multitude
of
sensations
flowing
through
her.
She
glanced
around
wondering
if
any
of
the
brothers
had
any
idea
what
Dare
was
up
to,
but
from
the
way
they
were
talking
and
eating,
it
seemed
they
had
more
on
their
minds
than
Dare
not
keeping
his
hands
to
himself.
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