Marco's POV
Berries and tinge of champagne… The sweet blend of Elara’s lips lingered as I tasted it like her lips were still on mine.
After the long kiss, she got extremely mad at me, like she didn't enjoy it when the whole time, she smeared me to herself and bit my lips from the pent-up desire. She spent the night with her daughter.
“Hmm…” A low groan escaped my throat, and I inhaled deeply, hating my action as I pulled in the cold running water.
Standing beneath the icy shower for what seemed like forever, I let it drain my tensed emotions and muscles. With it barely soothing my erection, I slammed it off and walked out of the bathroom, stark naked.
My cell phone chimed with a text. No minute went without me working around the clock. I heaved a sigh of relief on seeing it was M
