Isabella’s pov

“Victor we have to be careful, my dad just texted about stopping by your place later,” I said, sliding off the bed still naked and sticky from our last round.

The penthouse felt like our secret bubble but reality was pressing in with family stuff.

My legs were shaky and my pussy throbbed pleasantly sore but ready for more.

Guilt mixed with this new closeness we were building made my chest tight.

Victor pulled me back down kissing my shoulder. “Then we steal moments Bella. Come shower with me quickly before we figure out the family navigation.

I need to feel you again while we talk this through.”...