Mariana POV
My underwear is driving me crazy. I loved him pushing it to the side when we were lost in the act, but now that he’s carrying me tightly in his arms, my thighs are pressing together and I can feel all his wetness mixed with mine flowing out of me.
“You okay, Mariana?” Dion smirked at me as we rode up in the elevator.
“No,” I mutter, pressing my thighs together. “I licked you clean but I’m still a mess.”
“Oh, no,” he chuckles, pressing his lips to my cheek as I crossly pout, folding my arms against my chest. “How very rude of me.”
“I agree,” I glared up at him.
“Well,” he grins wickedly as the elevator dings its arrival, “let’s remedy that, shall we?”
I furrow my brows, confused by what he means, but then he sets my body on the foyer table before spreading my legs wide
