Serayah Morgan.
I’m sitting in Kylan’s playroom, watching him crawl across the floor. Honestly, it was the best place I could think of to hide after…everything. I have been here for two whole hours. Braless, too. Yeah, I left my bra there. Just lying on the table, like some scandalous calling card.
And Roar? His mouth was scorching, like molten fire and it stayed on my bosom for a suspended time. I had my leg wrapped around him—wrapped around him—and I didn’t care if he took me right there. On that table, I am shameless. I keep replaying it in my head, over and over and I swear, the nanny has caught me blushing at least ten times.
You don’t understand, I felt him. Against me. Hard and getting harder by every second, rubbing right into me—right at the point where moisture was multiplyin
