"Now, it's my turn, darling," Alex said with a low chuckle, keeping his hand right where it was.
He didn't pull away. His fingers stayed buried deep inside her slick heat, his thumb resting heavy against her sensitive peak as every frantic flutter of her pulse beat straight into his palm.
Beside them, the deep bass from the club rattled the mahogany bar counter, vibrating through her spine and mixing with the suffocating heat in her gut.
Naomi dragged in a jagged breath, her chest rising and falling in sharp, uneven tremors as she desperately tried to compose herself.
It was useless.
The sensation was still traveling through her blood, a residual surge of raw, molten electricity that refused to fade, buzzing deep into the very marrow of her bones. Her pelvis thrummed with a heavy, humiliating ache. Her inner walls clenched around his invading fingers in helpless, involuntary pulses, betraying her with every second that ticked by.
