Myles was now tugging her aroused nipples between his fingers, adeptly tweaking them while planting kisses along her nape. She rested her head on his shoulder, biting on her lower lip in an attempt to fetter a moan.

When he started stroking them, even gently tugging at her earlobe with his teeth, she pressed her lips tighter. He had instructed her, she was not to moan until he gave the command.

She had said yes, but keeping to her word was a different story. It was tough, especially with what ...