The drive to Lekki was quiet but charged. Raymond’s hand rested on Tara’s thigh the whole way, fingers occasionally slipping under her sundress to tease her. By the time they reached his private beach house, she was aching again.
The house was beautiful—modern glass walls, direct access to a private stretch of sand, and a large infinity pool overlooking the ocean. As soon as the door closed behind them, Raymond pulled her into his arms and kissed her like he had been holding back for years.
They didn’t make it to the bedroom.
He stripped her right there in the living room, dress pooling at her feet. His hands roamed everywhere—squeezing her breasts, pinching her n*****s, sliding between her legs to find her already wet.
“Shower,” he growled.
In the spacious bathroom, hot water cascade
