I licked the last drop of cum from my lower lip, slowly, in a way that got his cock jerking as he watched me. Eye to eye.

“Turn around?” I asked, feigning innocence, my voice a purr. “Why?”

Ryder’s jaw flexed. He didn’t answer right away. He just stared down at me, still half-undone, still painfully hard, and so clearly fighting the urge to bend me over the stone railing and take what I knew we both wanted.

I stood slowly, letting my body unfold in front of him, exaggerated and smooth, like every inch of me knew it was being watched.

Because it was.

By him.

And maybe more....