Nineteen
Few things in life were more satisfying than watching a woman orgasm against his hand. Tristan soaked in every moment of Lulu’s spectacular but silent climax. It would have to do for them both, because this situation was complicated enough without taking a risk like condom-free s*x.
He didn’t even mind that much, he realized with a smile. Watching Lulu—sorry, Louise Charlotte Victoria—come would give him fantasy material for a long time. And he couldn’t even see her that well in this pre-dawn light.
But how she felt…her soft skin, her long limbs, her eager movements, her swollen n*****s…yeah, he could come right now just thinking about those details.
That promise they’d made to each other? He’d be moving heaven and earth to keep that one. Maybe they could give the kid some hea
