Amanda focused on his balls, rolling them around her wet tongue, feeling their weight and warmth. The rage in her heart had been so intense, but now it was giving way to something else entirely. “Don’t you ever call me that again,” she warned, her voice a deadly whisper. “We’re going to kiss, and we’re going to take a picture of it.” Wu’s eyes went wide. You have until the end of the week. “I can’t do it,” Amanda whined to herself. With a snarl, she pushed him away. Jake heard his mother sighing and complaining to herself. But she remained passive, allowing him to believe he had the upper hand. “One kiss, that was it.” Kassie scolded him, her voice cold and hard as ice. Today she wore a nice outfit, her mother’s brand, which she had to admit, hugged her curves in all the right places. Kassie felt a strange thrill run through her body as his hands moved from her hips to her back, pulling her closer.
