CASSIA’S POINT OF VIEW.
I tried to keep my breath even as the aftershocks of my orgasm pulsed in my veins. I thought he would let me go, but he stood behind me and just held my hips in place, keeping every drop inside me as he kissed the corner of my jaw.
“Next time,” he murmured, brushing his thumb over my lower lip, “you’re turning on the camera.”
My breath hitched at his words. Trying to turn so I could look him in the eye, I wasn’t able to because his grip on my hips hadn’t let up, so, rather, I groaned….
“Viktor….”
“Hush,” he whispered, pressing a final kiss to my mouth. “Make the pancakes. Then pack your things.”
My stomach dropped……..was he kicking me out?
“What….why?”
He smirked.
“Because your dear husband is going to be boarding a flight,” he said, tapping my phone with t
