Isabel's heart raced at his words. "What do you mean?" she managed to say.
However, Julian's smile never wavered as he stepped away from her. He approached the bed, his gaze lingering on the blindfolded Duchess.
"Just watch," he instructed, his tone leaving no room for argument.
He positioned himself behind Lisa, as he reached out to touch her bare shoulder.
Lisa's breath hitched at the unexpected touch and her heart raced faster than it had been just moments before. She assumed it was her husband returning and leaned back slightly.
Julian took the opportunity as his hand slid down her arm and then back up to cup her breast. His thumb and forefinger found her nipple, rolling it with just enough pressure to draw a sweet gasp from her lips.
"Ahh....," Lisa moaned, the sound slipping out before she could stop it.
She was lost in the sensation of Julian's gentle caress and the way the cold air hit her hardened nipple making her wetter than she already was.
