KIRA’S POV
PRESENT
“f**k,” he groaned, filling me up with his release. “You’re so f*****g perfect, mia,” he whispered, lips brushing my ear.
We stayed like that… me straddling him, my back pressed against the cold city-view glass, his full weight pinning me down. My body ached, dripping and flushed, arms wrapped around his neck. I was wrecked. Wrung out. Boneless. And yet… my eyes stayed glued to the penthouse door.
Anyone could walk in and see us like this… me shaking on his lap, f****d out and soaking, legs barely holding on.
“Adrian… someone could come in,” I murmured, breathless. “They’ll see us.”
“No one’s coming, mia,” he murmured, nuzzling that sensitive spot on my neck. “God, I could die right here… buried between your sweet f*****g folds.”
I bit my lip as heat ripped throug
