Chapter Seventy-Two
He pressed a button on the side of his phone, laying it screen down on his dresser before he turned to look at me. His eyes moved up my legs, to the curve of my hips, resting on the apex of my thighs.
“You’re not recording us, are you?”
“No, voyeurism is hot but it’s hotter to hear your moans. That’s all this is. Are you okay with that?” He asked, pulling his shirt over his head and dropping it to the floor.
I looked from him to the phone before nodding. As long as he wasn’t recording us having s*x, I mean the audio part was okay.
“Words, princess.” He said in a tone that made my heart ache for Leo.
“Yes, Cy. Just don’t record us, I mean besides the audio.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it yet. I just want to hear it for later, to hold me off when I’m not with you.” He s
