40. ATHENA
Lorenzo’s touch ignited a storm inside me, my body responding in ways I couldn’t control. “Aaah…” I moaned, burying my face in his chest, embarrassed by how easily I melted under his fingers. His touch was electric, and I felt exposed, vulnerable to every caress as his hands wandered lower.
With a swift motion, he brushed the roses off the bed, his focus shifting entirely to me. His fingers dipped between my legs, teasing, exploring, and my body trembled in response. But just as I was losing myself to the sensation, a loud, persistent ringing filled the room.
My phone.
"Ignore it," Lorenzo growled, his lips trailing down my neck, his fingers playing with me, sending waves of heat coursing through my veins. His teeth grazed my skin, and I whimpered, caught between desire and
