tongue around his before pulling back, dragging my teeth along his bottom lip and nibbling softly. “Goddamn it,” he whispers as he lets out a ragged breath. “Sunday,” he murmurs my name while nuzzling into my neck. I moan as I grind against him again before slipping a hand between us and running down to his belt buckle. I fumble with the buckle before moving to the zipper of his pants. In an instant, the mood shifts, and his entire body stiffens. Pulling back, I look at his panicked face.
