"Fuck, you're still so tight," I muttered, my hands moving to the headboard of the couch to give myself more leverage. "Even after all that."
"I... I can't get enough," she sobbed, her head tossing from side to side. "Just... don't stop. Please."
I was deep in the zone, the friction building into a white-hot blur, when I heard a door click open down the hall. A second later, the soft padding of footsteps approached the living room. I didn't stop. I kept my pace, my hips slamming into Jasmine's with a wet, heavy slap that echoed through the open space.
Tessa rounded the corner, stopping dead in her tracks as she took in the scene. She was wearing a loose silk robe, her hair slightly messy from sleep, but her expression shifted from surprise to a dry, weary amusement within seconds.
"Jeez," Tessa sighed, leaning against the doorframe and crossing her arms. "At two in the morning? Really, guys? Some of us have an early meeting with the legal team."
