Forbidden Collection
I moaned into his mouth, hands gripping his bare shoulders like I was drowning and he was air.
He lifted me easily, my legs wrapping around his waist on instinct. His hard cock pressed right against my core through my thin leggings as he carried me upstairs, kissing me until I was dizzy.
He kicked the bedroom door open.
Mona was on the bed—naked, knees apart, fingers lazily circling her clit, watching us with a wicked smile.
I jerked in Jacob’s arms, panic spiking. “Mona—I didn’t—this isn’t—”
“Shh,” she purred, crawling forward. “Chill, baby. I know everything. And I’m not mad.”