Leah finally caught her breath, slumped against Roland’s chest. Her skin was still tingling, and her legs were barely working.
He held her like she was something precious, fingers lazily brushing her waist, completely unbothered by the fact they were in a locker room.
But Leah had to say it.
“This is the last time,” she mumbled, her cheek pressed against his shirt.
Roland blinked down at her. “Huh?”
She pushed against him gently, enough to pull away just a little. “You heard me. This is the last time we’re doing this.”
He raised a brow then chuckled. “Sweetheart, you said that after the booth. Then again in my office. Then again in the storage. Now the locker room? You’re really collecting these ‘last times.’”
“I mean it,” she said, trying to sound firm even as her knees wobbled. “W
