8|Public Parts

~Klaus~

“You want me to what?” Rylee asked, her brows meeting in the middle. I chewed on my lower lip, enjoying the exasperation on her face.

It was past midnight. Complimenting the Pinot noir on the coffee table was an old school cheese Pop Up Pizza. The bottle and box were almost empty, keeping us company while I put Rylee up to date on all the events in New York.

I lay on the couch while Rylee sat crossed legs on the carpet. She pulled up her red hair into a messy bun. Her suite’s soft, warm light made her sun-kissed skin glow. I’ve never been with a woman who couldn’t care less without makeup around me. Just Rylee.

And mind you, she didn’t even bother to change clothes or cover-up. From where I was, I had a good view of her nipples, and her satin shorts did little to conceal that oasis I longed to dive in between her legs.

Since we acknowledged what we both wanted out of this agreement, I had been questioning my choice. Twenty-four hours hadn’t even gone by. The sun was not ye