CLAY'S POV
One moment, Anyta was yelling at me in the living room of my penthouse, and the next minute she was in my bed, her knees buried into the mattress, her eyes heavy with raw desire.
She made a small whimpering sound as our lips came together again. I kissed her hard and deep until she released a different kind of moan. A sound that made me reach up and squeeze one of her breasts.
“f**k,” I groaned, all the pain in my body gone from the adrenaline rushing through me.
“Nice way to deflect from answering my question,” she cooed, her voice deliciously raspy.
A small, rough chuckle escaped me.
“Anyta,” I murmured her name, moving my hands up and down her arms several times before moving them to wrap around my neck.
She moaned as my tongue probed at her mouth, but she opened for m
