Her sweater was yanked over her head and she had a second of clarity to act before her bra met the same fate as the one she’d been wearing the night before. She brushed his hands away when he grabbed at the front clasp, and released it herself. “I don’t have another one with me,” she murmured on a hushed chuckle, “so you can’t rip this one.”

His laugh was breathless. “Fair enough. There’s something else I want.” Then he dropped to his knees, not giving her even a moment to prepare before his face was between her legs and his tongue . . .

She’d thought his fingers were talented, but his tongue . . .

She covered her mouth with her hand to quiet the whimpers that she couldn’t seem to control. She’d thought she’d be embarrassed, but she couldn’t take her eyes off him. She couldn’t stop looking at what he was doing to her.

He looked up, his eyes wicked, his lips shiny and wet. “Do you like that?” he asked hoarsely.

She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. Just another whimper. That seemed to be good enough for him because he draped her legs over his shoulders and stabbed his tongue in deeper.

“Diesel,” she choked out, more loudly than she’d intended. She clamped her lips together, suddenly conscious of the guards standing on both sides of the front door. And Joshua across the hall. Michael wouldn’t hear them, but the others might.

Diesel pulled back far enough to frown. “What?” he demanded. “You went quiet. I want to hear every sound I pull out of you. They’re mine, all the sounds.”

She shivered again, her hips grinding against his face of their own accord. “People. Outside.”

He looked like he was going to tell her to ignore them, but he gently pushed her legs off his shoulders and stood up, surprising her.

“I didn’t mean for you to stop,” she hissed.

He laughed. “Just a small break,” he promised, then picked her up, his hands on her ass. She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist.

Then she froze. “Diesel, wait.” He’d been licking into her. Unprotected. “Dental dam. We need one. I don’t have any with me.”

He shook his head, carrying her into the bathroom. “No.” Not letting her go, he supported her weight with one hand, turning on the water in the shower with the other. He then gently removed her processor from behind her ear and laid it on the sink, all while he held her so steadily that she could have performed surgery. His strength was hotter than hell, but she wasn’t going to be distracted.

“We can’t do oral without protection.”