94. Draka's POV
I'm thinking that maybe I'm a nymphomaniac at this point. I thought that it was because of Rowan and the mate bond, but I just want to have s*x with Carlos in my kitchen!
My small hands are combing through his hair and my eyes roll to the back of my head as I bite down on my lower lip.
Then he stops and I'm about to go crazy. I don't want him to go, I want him to f**k me right here and now.
He looks at me and laughs, i try to take him to the next level, but he refuses.
“I have a meeting to attend,” he lowers me till my feet touch the ground.
“No…”
“Draka, I'm sorry, I have to go.” He adjusts my shirt and puts my hair together.
I'm just staring at his lips and wanting to go back to what the hell was that we were doing.
“I will see you in a bit, okay?” He kis
