Ace was hard and thick under my butt, and I loved it. I couldn’t stop myself from slowly rolling my hips over his, testing the waters of his self-control.

The corners of my lips turned up when the sound of his low purrs increased.

Christ, I am hot.

“I think I’m sick or something,” I told him, my voice coming out breathier than I’d intended.

“I don’t know what’s happening to me. I got so hot during dinner and”—I rolled my hips again, and warmth ran through my midsection before erupting in my belly—

“it’s only getting worse.”

“You’re not sick. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with you. You’re fucking perfect,”...