White Rage (The Burning Tension: Slow-Burn BWWM Romance Book 3)

''He slides a hand under my thigh to steady it, the other gloved and slicked with gel. His touch is gentle at first, just a single finger probing, but as soon as he enters, I clamp down, unable to help myself. I let out a breathy moan, not quiet but not obscene—just enough to let him know.''