Game, Set, Match (Love Match, #1)

by Nana Malone

He braced her against a wall and adjusted her position so that his key directly positioned against her lock.

Horrific euphemism

He anchored her thighs to the rail and kneeled before his promised land. Her soft petals beckoned him. As he darted his tongue to trace over her pleasure center,

Soft petals FFS - kill me now

On the down stroke, he explored the cave of her femininity as far as he could go, savoring the flavor of her, which beckoned him to taste, to explore, to brand.

the cave of her feminity

Izzy’s head snapped back, and her legs locked around him. “Jason—Oh my—” On a gasp, she came apart again, pouring liquid heat over his fingers.

sounds like she peed on him.