Chapter 130: Peeping

Before Marie could even react, a wave of warmth washed over her from behind. Nixon Walker had slipped his arms around her waist and pulled her back against him. Heat bloomed along her spine. Sensitive to the touch, she curled inward, small and tight, like a shrimp. "You perv!" she chided, her voice sweet and sharp, wriggling to slip free of Nixon's hold. He only tightened his grip, burying his face in the curve of her neck and breathing against the shell of her ear. Warmth and a teasing itch...