There’s no way Memphis didn’t notice me gushing like Niagara fucking Falls, given his gorgeous face was parked between my thighs. I. Want. To. Die. Mortified, I bury my face in my hands. “I am so sorry.” That’s never happened before. Ever. Hell, I wasn’t aware that was something I was capable of. Fuck my life. There’s no way I’ll ever be able to look him in the eyes again. “Sorry for what?” comes his gruff voice. “That was hot as fuck.”
