“Miller,” I gasp, dropping my face into his neck, losing the ability to keep myself upright on his lap. “Don’t deprive me of that face, Olivia,” he warns. “Show it to me.” I pant, licking and biting at his throat, his stubble scratching at my sweaty face. “I can’t.” His expert worshipping never fails to render me useless. “For me you can. Show me your face.”
