C25 CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE

This was a bad idea. There were so many reasons she should stop this. Kick him out. Never let him touch her again.

His fingers stroked the wet grooves on either side of her clit. So many reasons to tell him ‘no’, but she couldn’t think of a single one.

“More,” she begged, breathless. “Don’t stop.”

“Sweetheart,” that devastating curl of his lip. “I’m never gonna stop