Avery's pov
Drake's hand was flying over the keyboard when I cracked open his door. His naked torso glistened with a thin sweat, his muscles bulging and unbulging.
I squeezed my thigh tight, urging myself to think of what I really came here for. I blamed Ryan for working me over and doing nothing to satiate the heat that pooled in between my legs.
“Princess, are you scared of me?” Drake's firm hoarse voice brought me out of my reverie. I shook my head and walked close to him, my cheeks turning a little pink. He must have sensed what I was thinking about even without looking at me.
Damn these men for always wandering into my mind unapologetically.
“I heard you slapped Ryan's favorite partner today over dinner? Is that true?” He asked, as he turned around to face me. His dark eyes imme
