Koa's POV
It was noon, and I finally decided to take a break.
My maid and my secretary were insatiable. Literally insatiable. It almost felt like the more I touched them, the more turned on they became. I shouldn't have been surprised. They were the most hard-working women I knew—up early, working late, doing everything without complaint. Women like that always had energy stored somewhere.
I headed toward the bathroom, towel in hand, but stopped halfway and glanced back at them.
Both women were curled up on the guest-room bed, tangled in the sheets, kissing lazily like they hadn't already spent half the morning on top of me. Their legs were intertwined, hair messy, skin still flushed from earlier. The sight pulled a slow smile out of me.
I liked that I'd pushed them past whatever lines they thought they had. I liked that I helped them discover parts of themselves they weren't going to forget anytime soon.
