Is it more wrong? Or less wrong? As the questions ricocheted through her, the excited tingle sparking along her nerves reawakened the flowing warmth and fanned her lingering coals into smoldering embers again. In that moment she knew that no matter how much she tried telling herself not to do anything, she wouldn't listen.

"Get on your knees, Honey," Tom ordered, his tone loving but insistent.

Missy might not have had a lot of experience, but she felt confident she knew his intention. A twinge of her lingering fear running through her, she slowly slid off the bed. Kneeling before him, she had to tilt her head back slightly just...