Delaney let out a soft sigh, not quite getting into this the way she thought she ought to be. She tilted her hips and sure, it felt good, but there was a nagging feeling in the back of her head, getting louder and harder to ignore.
Well, Delaney had had years of practice at ignoring her conscience.
She moved her wrist, looking for an angle that would take that frustrated look off of Gretchen's face.