Lia stirred against my chest, her fingers tracing idle circles over my abs as she pressed a soft kiss just below my collarbone. Her body was warm, pliant, and still faintly marked from the way we had gone at it. That shy-yet-feral contrast was going to ruin me.
"Round two?" she whispered, voice husky with renewed heat. Her thigh slid higher, brushing my half-hard cock.
I groaned, tempted as hell. My hand cupped her ass, squeezing the faint red print I'd left there. "Fuck, I want to. I would keep you here all night, bent over that window with the city watching."
But the clock on the nightstand mocked me. I was already late, way too late, for the meet-up I couldn't skip. Business didn't wait, even for a girl who had just called me daddy while creaming on my cock.
I kissed the top of her head. "Can't tonight, baby. I'm already pushing it. Rain check? Soon. Very soon."
