I put my hands above my head, knowing full well they’d end up in his hair again—unless he decided to tie them.

Sullivan returned to what he’d started.“Fuck, you’re so wet for me,” he muttered, then dragged his lips and tongue over my labia until he found my clit.

The first firm swipe made my eyes slam shut. My head fell back against the pillows like I was already surrendering.

Tingles raced up and down my legs. I could only lie there while he did it again and again—flicking, circling, teasing the swollen nub.

One finger slid inside me, stretching me open.“Oh my God,” I moaned.

That earned me a...