Chapter Eight
Adrian
My eyes open from under a curtain of red hair. Sierra’s warm, naked body is plastered to mine.
I slide her hair off my face and slide out of bed without disturbing her. My suit is wrinkled but dry and I slide it on, checking to make sure she’s still sleeping.
Once I’m dressed, I take her in one more time. She’s definitely a force to be reckoned with. She was more than willing to let me fulfill my promise that spurred her second orgasm last night.
Memories of last night run through my head like a highlight reel of key moments—her kneeling in front of me, her straddling my face, her ass perched in front of me as I used our third condom on her bent over the bed.
I shake my head and walk out the door with the expert quietness of a thief.
Heading toward the elevators
