Zade
I lean down and kiss the back of her neck as I withdraw from her body. She’s panting, her hands still on the wall, her body glistening and slippery from the hot water sluicing down on us. Already, I’m thinking about another round, and when she pushes off the wall and turns around, my c**k grazes her hip. She glances down at my sheathed c**k, the tip of the condom filled with c*m.
“Zade, how are you still hard?” Her voice is breathy.
I only shrug. “Because I’m not yet done with you, and your gawking isn’t helping either.”
“You’re going to make me late for work, and you know my Monday morning client needs a lot of work to get him settled.”
I don’t know who the hell the guy is, but an irrational possessiveness grips me. Sapphire’s words, like a massage therapist’s hands, have the un
