CAMILE
The ride back to the hotel was absolutely torture.
Maybe because all three of us were so f*****g turned on.
As soon as we stumbled into the suite as a unit, the door clicking shut behind us, Arlo grabbed my waist and spun me toward the floor-to-ceiling window that dominated one wall, the city visible, pinning me there.
“Arlo—” I gasped out in slight shock.
His mouth crashed down on mine before I could continue my words, lips demanding, tongue thrusting deep.
He kissed me like he was starving, no pauses, no mercy, devouring every gasp I tried to take.
I melted into it, my hands fisting in his shirt as I kissed him back, moaning into his mouth, the sound vibrating between us. My p***y clenched, already slick from earlier, craving more.
He broke just long enough to growl agains
