Max grabbed his wine glass from the nightstand and said, “Lay back, I want to enjoy some more wine.”
He tilted the glass over her navel and filled it to the brim. He caught the overflow with his lips, stroking the tender skin of her belly with his tongue. He then dipped a finger in her navel and drew the warm liquid over her body like finger paint. For every line Max created he erased it with his tongue.
Amanda felt pinned in place, not wanting to move, as she watched him with narrowed eyes and a painfully pleasured expression.
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