Chapter Twenty
“I, I did.” Lola answered. Her eyes were drawn to the fingers that Puca ran over Merrow’s chest and the way the other moan bit his lip. He was still asleep, but she couldn’t help but notice the way the sheets tented with his arousal. “Wait, is, is, is Merrow naked?”
“Why don’t you come closer and find out?” Puca said, his hand trailing lower, tracing well-defined abs.
Merrow huskily whimpered her name with a soft moan. Moving his hand beneath the sheet. Puca watched her, the way her gaze hooded as her eyes gleamed in the morning sunlight. Glued to the way his hand stroked Merrow, the sheet blocking her view. He bucked his hips up to grind his erection into the hand that squeezed him.
Lola worried her lower lip as she watched Puca’s smirk deepen into a grin as his ha
