Brent kissed Beverley on the lips. He bit her bottom lip open. His tongue slipped in and entwined with hers quickly. He sipped and slurped at her sweet mouth.

Beverley closed her eyes tightly. Her hands gripped Brent’s arms. Then she shook off the kiss. “Don’t be like this, Brent. It’s not right!”

The man looked at her desperately. “I know it shouldn’t be like this.”

They stared at each other with a feeling that was hard to explain. Brent held Beverley’s nape and ...