The clock on Harper's nightstand glowed 10:17 PM, the red digits mocking her impatience as she lay sprawled on the bed, sheets tangled around her naked legs.
The bath's warmth had faded, leaving her skin chilled except where anticipation burned hottest—between her thighs, where her p***y still pulsed from the phone-fueled orgasms.
She'd dried off hastily, not bothering with clothes, just a thin robe loosely tied that gaped open at her perky breasts.
The front door stood ajar as instructed, a silent invitation into her secret downfall.
Every creak of the old building made her heart stutter, ears straining for Julius's heavy footsteps.
Raymond's face flickered in her mind, his commanding grip a ghost compared to the brutal promise Julius had growled over the line. Jealousy twisted with
