My Pretty Dirty Kitten
Before I can blink, my legs are lifted off the floor, wrapping around his waist.
His body presses against mine, and I moan softly into the kiss, fighting the image of a certain Russian out of my head.
Kevin pulls back first, his lips red and swollen.
“Bri’s still here,” he reminds me, and I blink, realizing what he just said.
He chuckles, the sound vibrating against me. Just then, Brianna walks in. “What’s happening?”
Kevin answers swiftly, like he’s done this a hundred times. “There was a bug, and Gianna climbed my body because she’s scared.”