The red light is thicker now, swirling with the steam from our bodies. I’m lying on the glass table, my skin sticking to the surface, covered in a mix of sweat and the mess Miles just left inside me. The money is scattered across my stomach, the hundreds feeling cold and crisp against my overheated skin. I don't move them. I don't care about them. I just want to feel that weight again.
Miles isn't done. He stands at the edge of the table, his chest heaving, watching the way my pulse jumps in my neck. He looks like a predator who just had his first bite and realized he’s starving.
"You're a greedy little thing, aren't you, Daniella?" Miles grunts. He reaches out and swipes a finger through the slickness on my inner thigh, then brings it to his mouth, tasting me.
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