“Did you have a good day?” We’re curled up so close in my little bed that Conal’s mouth is right next to my ear. “Yes. You?” “Mm-hm. Your mom is great.” “She is.” “You’re pretty great, too.” He cups my breast in his hand, then heads south, his fingers slipping into my underwear. “Don’t you dare do anything that’ll make me be noisy. Everyone will be able to hear us.” “That sounds like a you problem, babe.” He chuckles softly and continues to torment me, but at a languid pace. My orgasm builds up slowly, and rocks through me like a dream.
