“Should I answer it, baby?”

My eyes widened. “Damon— no— don’t—”

But he was already reaching for the phone, still buried balls-deep inside me. He answered the call and put it on speaker, placing the phone right next to my head.

“Hello?” Damon said casually, as if he wasn’t currently fucking me senseless.

“Mr. Vale? This is Mr. Reynolds from the building management,” the landlord’s voice came through. “I’m calling about Lara Bennett’s eviction. She hasn’t responded to any of our notices.”

Damon looked down at me with a wicked grin and slowly rolled his hips, pushing his cock even deeper.

I had to bite my lip hard to stop...