The feel of Beau’s hands on her outer thighs as Mia straddled him in the back of the limo had her heart pounding out of her chest. He was beneath the fabric of her short skirt, and the higher his fingers worked, the more she wondered if she’d be able to wait until she got back to his house to start ripping his clothing off.

Mia wanted him, and tonight, she wasn’t planning on taking no for an answer.

Despite Sam’s reluctance to touch her after he found out she was a virgin, Mia was ...