Bab 51: His Decision*

William's hands squeezed Ava's ample breasts. "You're not wearing a bra?" William commented as Ava's nipples protruded through her slim-fit shirt.

"I... mmmhhh... am wearing a bra... though," Ava struggled to respond as William's eager hands roamed everywhere.

"Let's go to the bedroom," William whispered huskily, Ava's arms draped around his neck, their lips reluctant to part from their kiss. "Or do you prefer the couch?"

"I'm afraid the maids might see," Ava declined. Her head was spinning, imagining what the maids would think if they cleaned the room tomorrow.

"Very well, as you wish, Your Highness," William said, then lifted Ava's body and carried her to the bedroom.