I pressed the doorbell impatiently and returned my hands to the pockets of my trench coat.
The door opened a few seconds later, and Sheila was standing behind it, dressed in some milky, flimsy, fuckin' transparent nightgown.
Her hair was messy and her eyes dilated in what seemed like surprise. But the sparkle in her eyes indicated how much she loved the surprise.
"What are you doing here?"
"What do you think?" I couldn't help the growl as I stepped inside.
She barely shut the door when I cupped her face and covered her mouth in a bruising, ravenous kiss.
Her nightgown was in the way so I ripped it apart, and she gasped in my mouth.
I led us both to the bed and we fell on it, me on top of her. But I stood, quickly getting rid of my clothes and shoes.
It'd been long, f*****g tiri
