The effects of the alcohol buzzed through his senses, but Santiago knew what he was doing. And he knew it was a bad idea on too many levels to count. He couldn’t stop, though.
Not when the brush of her tongue against his sent his brain into overdrive as he imagined what that tongue would feel like swirling around his painfully hard c**k. He hadn’t lied when he told her she had been driving him out of his mind.
Beth had invaded his thoughts, both conscious and unconscious. What was happening had been inevitable from the moment they met; not even the truth about her name was enough to stop it.
Neither was the realization that they were still on the floor of the guest room. As expensive and top quality as the carpet was that covered the floor, there was no avoiding the fact that it was ju
