Clayton pushed me gently towards his door when we got to his place. Miles was right. He’s living in a penthouse that has its own elevator in Libera, one of the most prestigious residential buildings in the State.
But then I didn’t have a chance to inspect his place because the moment we got in, he was already kissing me senseless.
My mind is floating in the air as his lips brought tingles to my skin. Every touch, every kiss brought me so high I am afraid to open my eyes. I kept moaning his name as his kisses went down to jaw then up to my ear again.
This is not the first time. But this is the first time that I know what I’m doing. I’m not under any sort of alcohol intoxication. I am sane. I am sober. And I’m letting him do this to me willingly.
I held on his shoulder before wrappin
