Luther loosens his hold on me and steps back, his cock slipping free. It makes sense then. And I have to keep clenching, like he said, because I can already feel the mess of us trying to escape. “Luther.” I try to keep the humor out of my tone as I attempt to scold him. Lips press against my bare shoulder. I can’t with this man. As I swoon, my body relaxes. Which is a mistake, because then I have to clench even harder. “Hold your hand out.” Luther’s quiet voice caresses my skin, and I struggle to keep my damn muscles flexed. “Why?” “Baby, just do as you’re told.”
