Xavier’s car had barely rolled to a stop outside her apartment before Sky was already unbuckling her seatbelt, legs still shaking, thighs still slick from the chaos they’d just unleashed in that office.

“Get what you need,” Xavier murmured, his voice still wrecked, gaze devouring her like he hadn’t just cum three times. “And don’t take too fucking long. I’m not done with you.”

Sky smirked, flipping her hair over her shoulder. “Keep the engine running, daddy.”

She stepped out, clutching the brown paper bags filled with snacks and wine and whatever the hell else she’d thought she needed tonight. Honestly, she was too tired to remember.

But as soon...