Wes often held back on his own reactions, doggedly stifling the gasps and moans which sometimes threatened to spill from his lips. But Lilah had been with him long enough now to still be able read him, regardless of how hard he tried to hide just how much power she had over him.

Still, he kept up the game, his gaze dark and smoldering as he looked down at her. She was in a submissive position, but they both knew the truth. A teasing swirl or flick of her tongue was all that was needed to make him utterly weak at the knees. The sensation of her nails scratching down his thigh made him tense even more. His grip on the counter tightened in proportion to how much more ragged his breaths were now becoming.