The friction of his hardness against her core, even through layers of clothing, made Sophia moan into his mouth. She rolled her hips experimentally and Marcus’s control shattered. He pushed her skirt up around her waist, his hands mapping the smooth skin of her thighs with desperate hunger.

“These need to go,” he muttered, hooking his fingers in the waistband of her panties. The fabric was already damp, and the knowledge that she was this wet for him made his cock throb almost painfully.

“Then take them off,” she challenged, her eyes glittering with defiance even now.

He pulled the scrap of lace down and off slowly, maintaining eye contact,...