ELEVEN
Shea blew him the next day, and the next, in fact she did it every single day. Before she knew it, they got to the day when Diego was supposed to return.
Her and Raid’s daily routine started with coffee on the balcony. Conversation was sometimes sparse, and sometimes only work related. Sometimes she tried to tempt him into sharing, which was met with varying degrees of success, depending on his mood.
When their coffee was done, Shea would slither onto her knees. Shower time came after she swallowed for him. Being in his bedroom was something else she’d become accustomed to. Following Raid’s rules wasn’t so bad, even if he did refuse to join her in the shower any time she asked… which she did every single day.
If she was upstairs, Raid wouldn’t set foot on that floor. Whether she
