Mia’s fingers dug into the bedspread, the silk slipping and sliding as she did her best to anchor her body on the mattress. The feel of Beau’s tongue between her legs, licking and lapping, plunging deep inside of her, his teeth nipping at her nub, had her writhing in pleasure. If his hands hadn’t been pressing her knees apart and holding her down, she might’ve flown up off of the bed.

Waves of rapture continued to wash over her as Mia tossed her head back and moaned. “Oh, God, ...