"Saint?" Kiema asked, her delicious ass pointed up into the air, her head near my lower back as we rushed across the street to the warehouse.
"Yeah, honey?"
"You have a seriously fantastic ass. I'm going to bite it one of these days."
Ransom laughed behind us.
I felt her wiggle, brace herself on her hands that were on my hip bones. "Yours, too, Ransom."
His laugh turned to smoke. "Anytime, anywhere."
Next thing I know, Kiema is snaking her hands under my shirt, down my pants. Her nails dug into the muscles of my ass.
I spanked her, the sound loud as we passed through the back entrance of our home. "No touching."
Her hand disappeared. "Sorry. I need your skin. I need it against mine. Hurry, Saint."
We pushed into the elevator. Ransom stabbed the button for my fifth-floor home. Pul
