Beau’s mouth worked over hers, dragging Mia’s breath from her lungs as his hands slid up her skirt. He grasped both sides of her thong and dragged it down, past her knees, and Mia kicked her shoes off, no longer caring that she likely still had his brother’s essence on her.

His mouth moved to her neck as he slid two fingers between her folds, a moan escaping her lips. He was so gentle with her, treating her most sensitive parts as if she were made of porcelain as he carefully stroked. Mia wound her arms around him, leaning her head back against the limo seat, her eyes closed.

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