“Don’t think Becky,” he said as his hands slid up under her shirt and found her breasts, tweaking the already hard nipples through her bra.

“We shouldn’t—”

He silenced her with a kiss as one of his hands coasted down over her ribs to the waistband of her jeans. He undid the snap and lowered the zipper before slipping his hand inside, under her panties, and finding her wet heat.

“You're so wet for me baby,” he said against her lips as his finger slid ...