Caught Up (Windy City, #3)

by Liz Tomforde

“Well, it doesn’t matter if you see me or not. You’re going to feel every inch of me. I’ll be so deep, you’ll be able to feel me in your fucking throat, and I can promise you, Miller, your body won’t let you forget me.”

“This is why you have Max,” I somehow say. “I’m fairly certain you’re fucking me right past my birth control.” “Miller.” He halts his movements. “That’s an inside thought.”