She melted back against me, head falling to my shoulder. I took advantage, teeth finding her earlobe, tongue tracing the shell of her ear while my hand played with her nipple.

Her breathing had turned ragged. How I loved every sound she made.

Then she twisted free, dancing away with a grin. "Bad boy."

"Very bad." I followed her. My arousal strained against my pants, impossible to hide. I bit my lower lip, watching her retreat and adjust her dress.

'When I catch you, Fiera, I'm tearing that ...