Dahlia clung to Nash like he was her lifeline, her arms wrapped tightly around his neck, legs hooked loosely around his waist as their kiss deepened.
Her body still trembled from the orgasm he'd given her, the squirt leaving her thighs slick and her pussy throbbing. The towel was a forgotten heap on the floor, her beautiful dark skin flushed and glistening under the lights, water droplets from her earlier wash mingling with fresh sweat.
She tasted herself on his tongue, and it only made her pull him closer, her heavy breasts pressing against his chest through his shirt.
Nash held her on the desk's edge, one arm banded around her lower back, the other cradling her head as he kissed her with unhurried passion.
His mind, though, was a split screen: one half lost in her softness, the other calculating.
Ok, I've got this. This way is even better. Nia hasn't called yet, so there's still some time.
