MARGAUX WASN’T SURE what happened after she fell on her knees. She was on the ground one second, and the next, she was already back beside the treehouse.
Did Rome carry her there? She couldn’t tell.
All that she could sense was the rough wood behind her and Rome’s heady scent as he pinned her to that tree.
"Are you drunk?"
She shook her head. His breath against her ear was like liquid fire, and her womanhood clenched just at the sound of his voice.
‘Back out, Margaux. This is a horrible idea—Oh!’ Her thoughts stopped when Rome groped one of her breasts. Shock mingled with desire inside her, making her eyes flutter.
‘Ohhh... s**t!’
He clipped her n****e between his fingers and began massaging her." Who’s groping your breast, cara?"
He leaned his forehead on hers, and she shivered wi
