Chapter 19: Heartache

Before long, the bottle of red was empty. By then, Samuel had pushed Nancy's skirt all the way up. With nothing left to the imagination, heat rushed to her cheeks, leaving her mortified and confused. "I... I can't finish this," Nancy murmured, eyeing her own untouched wine and noticing Samuel had already drained his glass. "I've got you," Samuel said with a wicked grin. He lifted the wine glass, lingered over the faint red lip print at the rim, and pressed his mouth to it. The tease sent another...