Vivica’s POV
Immediately upon entering my suite, I shut the door gently, tiptoeing to the bed where Celia was sleeping soundly. I moved the duvet stealthily, and joined her, facing the opposite direction before letting out a low shaky breath.
A smile crept on my face as the kiss toppled over other thoughts. But the image faded quickly, replaced by the picture of his hardness threatening to burst from his tuxedo. I pressed my lips together to keep a moan from escaping, clamping my legs tight to restrain my pulsating core. A spade sound slipped out eventually when the image wouldn’t leave my mind, causing Celia to toss in her sleep.
After battling restlessness for a long time, I slid out of bed and snuck to the shower. I turned the bidet on and stood in the bath tub, squatting down
