Slightly flushed, she stared him down with something she was trying and failing to weave into an unimpressed look. All three of these sensations were buzzing through her brain, and each of them was enough to stifle the part of her brain that was looking for positive, moral action. He cast an easy grin at her, like he couldn’t help it one bit. He was younger than Cassie had expected—maybe in his mid- to late-twenties. Cassie smiled, appreciating the good nature of the situation, plus the talent of something she hadn’t really seen much of before. He tucked his head down, giving each of them a lick in turn, holding her up with one strong hand as he fondled a breast with the other. “Come with me,” he told her gently. “Can I help you?”
He shrugged, keeping solemn. His bottom lip slipped between hers, and their mouths closed on each other’s, pushing into each other’s faces like they wanted to combine. “You ought to use a heavier sunblock.”
Cassie’s eyebrow twitched again, this time into a confused
