His words were filthy and perfect and exactly what I needed to hear. I was climbing toward something, pleasure building with each movement of his fingers, and when he curled them just right, I saw stars.

"Oh fuck," I gasped. "Cade, I think—I'm—"

"Cum for me," he commanded. "Let go, Lily. I've got you."

My orgasm crashed over me like a wave, pleasure radiating from where his fingers worked me outward through my entire body. I cried out, probably too loud for a house full of party guests, but I couldn't bring myself to care.

He worked me through it until I was trembling and oversensitive, then carefully withdrew his...