“I’m sorry about the game.” He hums, then the tips of his fingers graze the lacy material between my thighs. His lips go to my neck and work their way down to my collarbone. “You’ll get them next time, or whatever they say in this scenario.” I jolt when his thumb strokes my clit over my panties. “In this scenario, the only thing I want you to say is my name, babe.” “Ash,” I say, far breathier than intended. “That’s it.” His fingers slip underneath the material. “Lie back, baby. I need to taste you.” “Here?” “Right fucking here. I can’t wait.”
