'Gorgeous.'
Mikey's breath caught as he took in the sight of Jaime. The soft glow of the room cast gentle shadows over her body, accentuating every curve, every delicate slope. His fingers traced a slow, reverent path up her arm, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath his touch.
Jamie shivered, her lips parting slightly, but she didn't pull away. If anything, she leaned closer. Her succulent thighs still brushed against his cock causing a low hum of heat spread through his veins.
She was intoxicating—the way her body molded against him, the way her breath hitched at his touch. It just felt all too good.
Her hands hesitated at first, barely ghosting over his skin before finally gripping his shoulders.
His hand gripped her hip, pulling her closer, pressing her against him. He could feel her warmth, the tension in her body, the silent plea hidden in the way she clung to him.
But then—a sudden sound.
Shriek
