Tempt (Cloverleigh Farms, #9)

by Melanie Harlow

Sit on my face. Put your hand in my pants. Let me rub the tip of my cock on that little dimple that appears in your cheek when you smile.

“Would a good girl get so wet from being spanked? Would a good girl like being punished this way? Would a good girl ask to get fucked?”

“Listen, Millie MacAllister. Down in the bar, I told you if you said yes, you’d be up all fucking night. And I meant it.” I laughed, glancing over at the nightstand clock. “But it’s⁠—” “It’s barely after midnight. What time is your flight?” “Nine.” His grin widened. “Baby, we’re just getting started.”

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

“Baby, you took my breath away the night we met.” Playfully, I bit her inner thigh. “Now fucking sit on my face before I lose my mind.”

“You’re my north, south, east, and west, Millie Rose. You ground me, you guide me, you inspire me. And I’m madly in love with you.”