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Chapters (33)
  1. Cover
  2. The
  3. Copyright Page
  4. Table of Contents
  5. A Note to Readers
  6. The Wicked World
  7. Playlist
  8. Chapter One
  9. Chapter Two
  10. Chapter Three
  11. Chapter Four
  12. Chapter Five
  13. Chapter Six
  14. Chapter Seven
  15. Chapter Eight
  16. Chapter Nine
  17. Chapter Ten
  18. Chapter Eleven
  19. Chapter Twelve
  20. Chapter Thirteen
  21. Chapter Fourteen
  22. Chapter Fifteen
  23. Chapter Sixteen
  24. Chapter Seventeen
  25. Chapter Eighteen
  26. Chapter Nineteen
  27. Chapter Twenty
  28. Chapter Twenty-One
  29. Chapter Twenty-Two
  30. Epilogue
  31. More Books By Melissa Foster
  32. Acknowledgments
  33. Meet Melissa

She’d never tire of hearing that sleepy, gravelly voice. She turned in his arms, and he ran his hand down her back, palming her ass. “Morning, broody boy.”

She touched her finger to his lips, and he captured it between his teeth, hunger flaring in his eyes. “What time are you meeting the girls?” He kissed the edge of her mouth, sliding his fingers between her legs, making a low, sinful sound as they slid through her wetness.

“Ten,” came out breathy. “What time are you meeting my dad?”

He brushed his lips over hers, whispering, “Same,” and took her in a spine-tingling kiss. He drew back, holding her gaze as his fingers dipped into her center. She gasped, clinging to him as pleasure radiated through her core. His lips curved up greedily, and he rolled her onto her back, his gaze traveling slowly down the length of her. Her body sizzled beneath his heated gaze.

“Look at you, so beautiful.” He leaned down and slicked his tongue over her nipple.

“Tobias,” she pleaded.

He did it again and nipped at the swell of her breast. She inhaled sharply, a needy sound escaping. “Let’s make you come, baby girl.” He dragged his fingers along her slickness, slowing to massage her clit just long enough to make her ache and writhe, before those fingers slid lower and pushed into her pussy, expertly stroking that magical hidden spot. Her eyes closed, her hips bucking off the mattress as pleasure streaked through her.

“Eyes on me,” he rasped.

She forced her eyes open, and he repeated the same exquisite torture, teasing, dragging, massaging, and dipping inside her again, over and over until her heels dug into the mattress, and her back bowed off the bed. “I can’t take it. Please,” she begged.

His mouth captured hers in a deep, passionate kiss as his fingers pushed into her, and his thumb worked her clit, sending scintillating sensations racing through her. She tried to focus on just one—the feel of his fingers fucking her, just his thumb making her tremble, or his glorious tongue wreaking havoc with her mouth—to ground herself as the world spun around her, but as always happened with Tobias, she was too lost in them. She gasped for breath as those sensations engulfed her, sending her soaring into a crescendo of erotic pleasure, and just as she opened her mouth to cry out, he shifted, driving into her in one hard thrust.

“Ohgodyes!”

His mouth came down over hers roughly as he pounded into her, and she rocked and bucked, her nails digging into the flesh of his ass. He made a guttural noise, rolling them over so she was on top, riding him with reckless abandon. He clutched her hips, driving deep, and holding her there as he gyrated. Exquisite pressure mounted inside her, throbbing beneath her skin, her clit aching.

“Give me your mouth,” he demanded, and feverishly devoured her.