The Architect (Nashville Neighborhood, #3)

by Nikki Sloane

Clay’s voice was low and uneven. “Make her come . . . and you can only use your mouth to do it.” Oh, my God. Travis jolted, breaking his gaze with the man to look at me as I lay motionless, still tied down to the table. Clay had come inside me, and I could feel it slowly dripping out between my legs.

Clay: OMG. It’s not too late to back out, Travis.