Olivia nodded her head, but it wasn’t enough.
“I need the words.”
“Yes,” she whispered.
Blue dipped his head lower until their gazes met. “Louder, so I can feel it in my d**k,” he said against her lips.
“Yes.” Her affirmation was loud and clear.
Blue moved his hands to the collar of her shirt and, in one smooth motion, ripped it from her chest. Her protest died on her lips when he latched on to a n****e through the lace of her bra, soaking the fabric with his mouth. Heated licks of his tongue made her wet between the legs. Olivia tried to reach out to touch him, but he stopped licking and tsked. “No, sweet. No touching. Not right now. If there is anything that I do that you’re uncomfortable with, all you need to say is stop. And everything is done. We’ll talk about why you didn’t like
