Jamie opened for him, loving the feel of that coarse flesh inside her mouth. She closed on it and sucked, drawing him into the heated well. Their tongues tangled and danced and dueled, small fires igniting everywhere in her body and the pulse in her cunt beating like a jungle drum.

She barely registered when Mike slid his hand beneath her sweater and cupped a breast tweaking the nipple through the satin of her bra. Or when with the twist of one hand he opened the clasp and ...