Celeste felt completely overwhelmed by his touch, her whole body going limp.

He pinned her hands above her head with just one of his, her knees bent, leaving her at his mercy.

Looking down, Nathaniel was captivated by the blush that colored her cheeks, soft and inviting like a ripe peach, almost irresistible.

And indeed, he couldn't resist.

He kissed her right where she was most sensitive.

"Oh—Mr. Ford, stop!"

"…Dirty."

Celeste's voice was barely ...