HOUSE OF FORBIDDEN DESIRE
His hand stayed tangled in her dark hair, thumb brushing her cheeks like she was something fragile instead of the walking bad decision he kept coming back to.
She finally pulled off with a soft, satisfied pop and grinned up at him, lips shiny.
“Better now. Mr Maxwell?”
He chuckled, voice still rough. “You know it is.”
Lila stood up, stretching like a cat that just got all the cream, completely unbothered about being naked under the pool lights. Her skin glowed mermaid-blue. She slipped her red thong back into place, grabbed her kimono, and didn't even bother tying it.
“Tomorrow?”she asked, eyebrow cocked.