The last thing Coco remembered after dinner was trying to talk to the husbands about adding Kairo to the family, but the way Quizen had teased her, the smirk on his face when he kept caressing her ankle, and even his dirty remark..
He knew damn well what he was doing and she had let him, knowing full well where it would lead.
So when the five of those beautiful men started crowding her and fussing over her, she couldn't stop herself from feeling the desire crawl up her veins.
Now, she's laying and trembling in Quizen's bed, ruined and flushed under him— and she can't even tell if the heat in her cheeks is because of his touch and delicious strokes or out of shame, for giving in so easily to his tricks.
Quizen wasn't any better than her though.
He was panting above her, his hand trailing up her stomach, leaving a trail of fire in its wake and he was frowning down at her.
She could barely see the possessive glint in his gaze just before he spoke up.
