JOSH
“It’s rude to have s*x with the door open,” I tell Layla.
“Is it?” She gasps, pushing Luke away. “I wasn’t trying to be rude. I was trying to be inviting.” I try not to stare at her trembling, sweat-slicked cleavage as she gasps for breath.
“Um. Aren’t you supposed to be packing? We’re leaving in half an hour.”
“I am packing,” Layla insists, climbing out of Luke’s lap and slithering into Zack’s.
“Our little cornflake was just giving us a fashion show,” Zack announces, pulling her close. “She wanted us to pick what pants she should bring with her. But it’s hard not to jump on her when she’s dressed like this. You’d do the same thing.”
“I would,” I admit.
Layla smiles, grinding against his crotch. “How do you like this one?” She asks, plucking at the blood-red babydoll slip she’s
