Hard to think with his lips suckling me like that. I gripped the back of his neck and arched into him. Holy fuck, it felt incredible.

“Tinsley.” He sank his teeth, inflicting an unbearable sting that edged toward cruelty. A warning.

“Oh my God, stop!” I pushed at his mean face, unable to escape the pain. “You don’t have to be an asshole. I’ll try it, okay?”

“You’ll try?” He licked the hurt, watching me with hooded ocean eyes.

“Yes. I’ll learn the business. But if I hate it…”

“I’ll never ask you again.”

“Okay.”

“Wow.” He grinned. “That was easy.”

“What can I say?” I lay back, stretched my arms above my head, and spread my legs. “I’m an easy girl.”

With a heated chuckle, he grabbed the wineglasses from the nightstand and straddled my hips. He still wore his pants, shirt, and bow tie, and here I was in only panties.

Perhaps I was too easy?

“Do you want to get drunk?” He sipped from one of the glasses, his stare lazily roaming my breasts. “Or get fucked?”

“Both.” I reached for the second glass.

“No.” He pulled it away. “I won’t violate you while you’re inebriated.”

“Violate me? Oh, come on. You violated me in a church. While I was your student. While you were a priest. I’m twenty years younger than you, and that didn’t stop you. Yet you won’t fuck me while I’m wasted? That’s where you draw the line?”

“What you’re suggesting… It’s a dangerous thing to offer to a man like me.”

“I trust you with my life, Magnus.” I took the wine from his hand. “With or without my faculties, I’m yours.”

I raised the glass to his.

“And I’m yours.” He clinked our drinks together, and we drank.

For the next few hours, we drank and talked and fooled around and drank some more.

By the second bottle of wine, neither of us was wearing clothes. We spilled some red on the bed, imbibed the rest, and couldn’t stop smiling.

“What?” He sprawled over me, chest to chest, staring down at my mouth with the biggest grin on his gorgeous face. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

Wine stained his breath, rich and warm and heady. It also slurred his words. Just a little.

“You’re too drunk to fuck.” I giggled. Such an annoying sound. I never giggle.

“Think again.” He circled his hips, jabbing me with his obnoxiously hard length.

He’d teased me with it all night. Edging me toward orgasm. Denying me. And beginning again.

But he was done playing. The wine was gone, all conversations finished. There was nothing left to say. Our lips knew what came next.