I look up. “Why did you turn off the lights?”
My phone instantly buzzes, and I check it quickly.
It’s Leo.
Stalker across the harbor
You guys suck so much.
Amara hides a smirk.
“Fine. I’ll get curtains,” I grin, rolling my eyes.
“How was your day?” she says, her voice light.
I don’t trust it.
“It was good. Got some things done while you guys were gone. Did some physical therapy. Finger is coming along great. Just another few weeks until they can clear me.”
She nods, but I can tell she’s not actually taking in any of the information I’m giving her.
My eyes narrow. “How many drinks have you had?”
“Several.”
“How many?”
She counts. “There were around four glasses at the spa.”
I nod, just about to continue on, when suddenly Amara is in my lap. “You know, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about the other day,” she says.
I put my drink on the side table before hooking mythumbs at the fold of her thighs. My mouth waters at the prospect of getting another taste of her.
“What about it?”
“The way you fucked me slowly,” she says, her eyes on my lips.
I smile wickedly. “Is that so?”
She nods, taking a sip of her drink.
I move forward, kissing her shoulder, her chest curving against mine.
“Interesting.”
My fingers move upward, playing with the waistband of her pants.
Amara’s eyes glitter with mischief, her perfectly manicured fingers gripping her glass tightly as she takes a slow drink, her eyes never leaving mine.
Putting her glass down, Amara leans in, her fingers gripping my hair at the base of my neck and tugging down.
I open my mouth in shock, but only a slow, tortured whimper escapes.
With a smirk, Amara grazes her nose over mine before spitting her drink into my mouth.
My cock swells in my pants, desperate for friction as her hips rock over me. I swallow the alcohol, letting it burn all the way down.
“Holy fuck,” I murmur as she picks up her glass.
