The sun beat down on the private infinity pool like it was in on the secret, turning the water into liquid diamonds. Lila stretched out on a lounge chair in a tiny black bikini that barely qualified as clothing — the top barely contained her full t**s, and the bottoms disappeared between her round ass cheeks. She’d chosen it on purpose. Oil glistened on her skin, making every curve shine. She knew Victor was watching from the shaded cabana.
He’d been “working” on his laptop for the last hour, but his eyes hadn’t left her once.
She rolled onto her stomach, arching her back slightly so her ass popped higher. The heat between her legs had nothing to do with the sun. After last night — his thick c**k down her throat and those three fingers leaving her empty and desperate — she was feral.
Vi
