Chapter 38
PYKE
MY MIND IS still hazy with mind-blowing o****m minutes ago to notice my phone is constantly vibrating on the floor.
“Pyke, your phone.” My love, Camila squeezes my arm that draped around her waist.
“Shush, sleep,” I say between kisses. My c**k hardens again into her soft moans as she responses to my light kisses at the back of her neck.
“Seriously, Pyke, that could be an emergency,” she groans, sounding irritated.
“What the hell do they want at this time?” I lift my head to check the clock on her nightstand. “It’s three in the morning, Babe.”
She turns her head to face me. “That’s what I mean. Nobody calls at this—”
Her words cut off when her phone rings. We both freeze and stare at each other for good seconds.
She grabs her phone in a quick motion and looks at the
