RAINE’S POV
I sat across from Cyril at the dining table. He was engrossed in something on his phone. As I stared at him, memories of his hard c**k inside me nudged at me.
The thoughts of our unfinished session made my p***y soak my thong through again. I wanted him to bend me over on the dining table and make me moan loudly.
I hated the fact that I craved him so much, but there was nothing we could do about it right now.
The sound of footsteps pulled me out of my reverie. Martha stepped into the dining room, carrying a tray loaded with saffron chicken risotto. She set it down and dished out portions for us.
“Thank you, Martha,” Cyril said, adjusting in his seat and dropping the phone beside him momentarily.
The annoying device chimed again, and his attention moved back to it. I p
