Lara was still floating in the afterglow when the knock came—sharp, impatient, three quick raps that sounded like someone who already knew they weren’t welcome.
She froze mid-stretch, one leg still hooked over Kai’s hip, his softening c**k nestled warm against her thigh. The sheets were a tangled mess around them, air thick with s*x and the faint sweetness of her vanilla body oil. For one stupid second she thought maybe the landlord had finally tracked her down for the old rent arrears. Then reality hit harder.
Temi never knocked politely.
“Open this damn door, Lara! I know you’re in there—I saw your light on at 2 a.m. yesterday and you didn’t answer my calls!”
Kai’s body went still against hers. Not tense, exactly—just alert, like a predator deciding whether to play or pounce. His han
