“Yes, tell me exactly what you need, Liv. Take it from me.” Without thinking, I move my hips up a fraction, his bottom lip brushing against where I need him most. “Oh god.” “There she is.” He puts a hand on either thigh. “What do you need, Olivia? Take it.” “I need . . .” Desire burns me, turning any hesitance to ash. “I need you to lick my clit.” “Good girl,” he murmurs but doesn’t move. I groan, both at his words and his lack of movement. “Now take it.”
