“Listen, I know you’re very tired,” she said nervously. “But I need your help, sleepy boy. Can you do something for me?” “Anything.” He drew his nose along the swell of her breasts, kissing the smooth skin there once, twice, until she made a desperate, broken sound and he swore, low, under his breath. “Alizeh,” he said, sounding drugged. “Can I taste you?”
