Ever shameless, Caden didn't seem to care.

He pressed a kiss to her cheek, his hands roving mischievously over her body.

"Well," he chuckled in her ear, "You seem more sensitive in someone else's house. I can feel it even through the fabric."

Alicia's cheeks flared crimson, and she writhed, attempting to shove him away.

Feel what?

He was just spouting nonsense!

“Back off," she stammered, flustered. “Be careful. Someone might come by; it would be mortifying if they saw us."

Lost in the moment, Caden prodded her further, "Don't keep your legs so tight. Let me feel it."

Alicia's heart thundered uncontrollably. She couldn't withstand his flirtation under the glaring sunlight.

With all her might, she pushed him away.

Caden had only meant to playfully tease her, to watch her squirm with longing. Yet, he found himself ensnared in his own web, engulfed by desire.

His lips traced the delicate contours of her features, tender and indulgent.

His fingers, relentless as the tide, pulled her deeper into his snare until she was trapped.

Alicia's body tensed, her mind a storm of conflicting thoughts, fully aware this was inappropriate, yet her body refused to comply, leaving her weak and powerless.

She bit her lip, stifling any sound that threatened to escape.

Their absurd behavior came to an abrupt halt when they heard soft footsteps approaching.

Caden sighed, reluctantly withdrawing his hand and smoothing her dress back into place.

The footsteps drew nearer.

Gerry entered, muttering to himself with his face buried in his hands.

With her legs trembling like leaves in the wind, Alicia stood up straight and turned her back, pretending to busy herself with the plants.

"Hey, what are you two doing here?" Gerry's voice was muffled. "Why are you in the kitchen?"

Caden lied with practiced ease, "We were hungry and came to look for something to munch on."

He looked at Alicia, whose face had flushed an even deeper shade.

What a rogue!