This was somewhat distracting, to say the least, and Jane was glad that her mother was doing most of the talking. But there was no way to simply end the conversation so she did her best to focus on what her mother was saying and reply in the right places, even as Peter leaned his head against her stomach and his hands traveled up the backs of her thighs and began caressing her behind.
She felt as though she had become two people: her mother’s little girl and Peter’s lover, divided neatly above and below the waist.
Cradling the phone in her shoulder, she used both hands to lift the hem of her dress, pulling it free from where Peter was leaning against it, and placed it over his head before taking the receiver back into her hand.
Almost immediately she felt him turn his face toward her and begin to kiss her just in the place where her ribs came together, his lips seeming to leave little glowing spots on her abdomen as he moved slowly downward and his hands continued their work. She felt his thumbs slip beneath the
