Last sample. A peek into Blue’s head. Release is this coming Friday!

Instead of letting go, she kept backing away, pushing my head back, claiming she couldn’t take it. Even with my arms locked around her thighs, holding her in place, she kept disrupting, kept holding back – scared of wherever the feeling was about to take her.

I had a remedy for that.

“I’m sorry,” she breathed, half-panting, when I got up, flipping the covers away. I climbed off the bed, moving to the foot of it...