Damn.
Kai looked at that p***y like it held the answers to every question he’d ever asked.
I let my legs fall wider, the room soaked in heat, in breath, in hunger barely leashed. The lace clung to my folds, darkened and damp, a sinful little barrier teasing both him and me. I reached down with one hand—slow, deliberate—and gathered the ends of the lingerie. Just enough to let the fabric slide gently between my slick lips, nestling against my c**t.
The pressure made me moan. Loud and low, hips twitching, body betraying everything I swore I was going to resist.
And I stared at him while I did it.
Kai’s hand was already wrapped around his c**k, stroking slow, like he was afraid to go too fast and miss something. His eyes didn’t leave mine—not for a breath, not for a blink. The tip of his
