TWO to TANGO, ONE to TEMPT (BOOK THREE)
“Tonight, there will be no holding back, no inhibitions—only you screaming and begging for more.”
“Carl, your parents will hear us.” She blushed furiously.
Carl chuckled, holding her legs apart. “Nah, rooms here are soundproof, pumpkin. You can scream all you want. Besides, we want to hear you.”
Sasha’s blush deepened, but there was a spark of excitement in her eyes as Carl’s words sank in. “I don’t know if I can be that loud,” she admitted shyly.
“You’ll surprise yourself,” I murmured, my voice low and husky as I trailed kisses along her neck.
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