TRINA'S POV 

“Fuckㅡ” My fingers dug in his shoulder as I held myself up and I picked up the pace, bouncing on his lap faster and harder, my breasts bouncing wildly now. 

His hand left my hips where they had been gripping the flesh and instead, his hand reached for my shirt, pulling it open while his fingers reached for the clasp, deftly removing the straps and sliding it down.

My hips never stopped, the sound of skin snacking filling the air as I felt my stomach tighten in pleasure at the thought of one of his mates walking into the room.

“You like that?” He crooned. “Like the way...