Robert’s mouth crashed against hers, hot, wet, hungry, his hands gripping her ass, pulling her against his hard cock through his slacks.

Sky let him take her, let him shove his tongue deep, let him think she was his. Let him believe she was soaking for him.

But she wasn’t.

Because in her mind, It was Xavier. It was Xavier’s hands.

Xavier’s lips against her throat, whispering filthy words into her skin. Xavier’s cock pressing against her, thick and heavy, teasing her clit, making her beg for him to ruin her all over again.

Robert had no idea.

He thought she was his to fuck. But Sky?

She was already...