~ ~ Mia ~ ~

His tongue was a hot, slick brand against my clit, and I was already coming apart. My fingers were buried in his dark hair, tugging slightly, a desperate plea for more. Just hours ago, he was a stranger across a crowded bar, his eyes a storm cloud grey that had somehow snagged mine and refused to let go.

Now? Now his mouth was doing things that made my entire body thrum with a frantic, desperate need.

My panties had been discarded somewhere on his impeccably tidy floor about ten minutes ago, and the way his hand was now cupping my dripping cunt… God, I was...