Forbidden Affairs
The moans were his.
And Mia’s control snapped.
Before she could talk herself out of it, she was knocking on his door.
She didn’t even know what she was going to say.
But the door opened before she could think, and Damian stood there, sweat-drenched, shirtless, his jeans hanging low, exposing the V of his hips.
He didn’t look surprised.
“Took you long enough.”
“I… my sink,” she blurted, heat flooding her cheeks. “It’s leaking. I need help.”