"Fuck!" I growled, pulling out of her as I gasped for air.

I glared down at her as she collapsed onto her back against the black silk sheets.

How the hell is she this tight?

My cock was still throbbing, practically demanding another round, but I didn't have time. I had a meeting scheduled with Black—and answers to extract regarding Geraldo, the uncle I’d thought was dead twenty years ago.

"We're going for a walk," I said flatly, turning toward the private bathroom stairs.

Micah didn't reply, too breathless to muster her usual sarcasm.

I stepped into the spacious bathroom, stripped off my dark trousers, and stepped beneath the showerhead....