Adamo’s POV
As the warm water filled the oversized tub, the soft hum of the jets vibrating against the porcelain, I glanced over my shoulder and caught sight of Sade, perched on the edge of the vanity, swirling the last sip of wine in her glass. Her eyes, dark with lust, roamed over me like a physical caress, her lips slightly parted, and her chest rising and falling in a slow, deliberate rhythm.
Oh, s**t. My girl was tipsy. And f**k, did she look sexy.
It had been a week since I last felt her wrapped around me, and now, with her looking at me like she wanted to devour me whole, my restraint snapped like a brittle thread. I turned off the water and crooked my finger at her.
"Come here."
She chuckled, a sultry, throaty sound, and swayed toward me, her hips rolling in a way that had my
