Chapter - 312
The air in the bedroom was thick with the scent of saltwater and lust. Rick stood before the king-sized bed, his cock a rigid, aching pillar straining against his jeans. On the edge of the mattress, Sharon and Nadia waited, their eyes dark with hunger, their bodies angled toward him like flowers to the sun. Sharon's lips were still slightly swollen from their earlier make-out session, and the sight sent a fresh jolt of need straight to his groin.
"Fuck, look at you two," Rick growled, his voice a low rumble. "A pair of perfect fucking fantasies waiting for me to ruin you."
He closed the distance, his boots thudding softly on the hardwood floor. He didn't go for his zipper. Instead, he cupped Sharon's face, his thumb stroking her cheek. Her breath hitched, her eyes fluttering closed for a second before locking onto his with raw intensity.
