A small moan escapes her parted lips, and when my eyes flick up to hers, she clamps her lips between her teeth like she’s embarrassed by her reaction. “No way, Sunshine,” I tell her. “Those sexy moans belong to me. I’m working for them, and I want to hear them. I need to know what this does to you, and you’re going to tell me . . . or I’m going to stop.”
