Dressed in a lacy dark green lingerie set, Laila lay on the bed beside me a couple of hours later with her soft lips pressed against mine and her tongue moving rhythmically in my mouth. I shuffled my thighs together to ease the ache between them and kissed her back, my hands traveling down the curves of her body.
Constantino had been at work all day, and Laila had been eyeing me like I was some kind of prey since she and Bethany had gotten back to the high-rise apartment earlier to have a drink. To Bethany—and I’m assuming all of Laila’s friends—I was the housekeeper.
BethanyBut we both knew that I didn’t clean anything around this house.
“God,” Laila murmured against me, “I’m so glad that she’s gone. I couldn’t wait another moment to get you alone.” She moved her hands down my body, un
