Tempt (Cloverleigh Farms, #9)

by Melanie Harlow

“How old are you?” “Why? Are your thoughts age-restricted?” “They should be.”

“I don’t want to be a good man tonight. I just want to be the one in your bed.”

“The problem is I’ve got twelve hours left here, and I want to spend them with her.”

He was still fully clothed, his face buried between my thighs, my fingers fisted in his hair, when I had my first orgasm, leaning back against a mountain of pillows like a queen.

That took a lot of courage.” Mason shrugged, his mouth tipping into a crooked smile. “I get it from my dad.”