Naked Scripts
“Come for me, baby.”
Cal’s whole body locks up, he throws his head back and comes untouched, stripes of white painting Jonah’s stomach and chest. The sight is so hot I actually whimper.
That’s when they notice me.
Jonah’s eyes snap to mine, dark and hungry. “Morning, princess.”
Cal turns his head, grinning wickedly even as he’s still trembling. “Enjoying the show, Mia?”
I can’t even form words. I just nod like an idiot.
Jonah reaches out, grabbing my wrist and tugging me closer. “Get over here. We’re not done.”