I nodded my approval as I watched her, enraptured, and without thinking I pushed my jogging shorts down. Jane’s husband, Ted, crossed the room and took a seat on the sofa, facing me. Suddenly anxious to stay out of sight, I ducked down behind the pine railing, peeking over the edge as Jane bent over to turn on some music. Her chemise lifted slightly as she fiddled the controls, offering me a quick glimpse of the final curve of her bottom. Ted smiled and drank from a tall glass of beer.
Lord Malinov, Erotic Romances