Her eyes went soft and Brooke felt like she was a fly being lured into the spider's web. Yasmin only used that name for her when they were alone. It was an inside joke that had become the way that the brunette signaled that she was going to eat her up or, like in this case, wanted to be a little aggressive.

"Because I am going to make a mess of you, little girl," Yasmin finished.

Brooke got a gleam in her eye.

"Not if I make a mess of you first," she challenged.

In seconds, the blonde had stripped and knelt over the matt black device, her sex hovering...