Forbidden Affairs
Her hands gripped his thighs, nails biting into muscle.
He pulled out, breathing heavy. “Strip. Now.”
Lena peeled her jacket off, then her shirt, bra, and pants. She stood there in the clearing, completely nude, nipples tight in the cold air, pussy dripping. Grant dragged his eyes over her body like she was prey.
“Lie on your back.”
She dropped to the grass, the sun hitting her flushed skin. He knelt between her legs and licked a long, slow stripe up her center.
She gasped. “Oh God—”