Inappropriate Conduct
Levi’s hand slid between them—unbuttoned her jeans with deft fingers, dragged the zipper down, shoved denim and lace down her thighs just far enough to give him access.
His fingers found her—wet, swollen, ready—two sliding inside without warning, curling immediately to that spot that made her see stars.
Avery’s nails dug into his shoulders—hard enough to leave marks through the fabric.
“Quiet,” Levi growled against her skin, voice vibrating through her chest. “Or the night crew hears you coming apart for me.”
Avery bit her lip—trying, failing—as he worked her with ruthless precision—fingers thrusting deep, thumb circling her clit in tight, relentless loops, mouth still on her breast, teeth g