Emily’s POV
My whole body aches, and I blame Ilay for it. If he weren’t that big and had such stamina, I’d be just fine, but noooo—I had to go and find the billionaire with a big d**k.
Almost as…
Nope. Not going there. Absolutely not.
I winced as I sat up on the edge of the bed, sheets falling around me. The morning light streaming through the cabin’s massive windows was soft and golden, wrapping everything in a quiet calm that should’ve felt peaceful—if my thighs weren’t sore and my mind wasn’t a complete mess.
Ilay, of course, looked perfectly composed when he appeared from the bathroom. A towel around his hips, hair damp, drops of water trailing down his chest like he belonged in a damn cologne ad.
“Stop staring unless you want to go for another round,” he said without even looki
