Chapter 44
Layla’s POV
My cheeks burned with a scorching, violent flush at his raspy offer, a wave of shameless, intensely filthy thoughts immediately rushing through my head.
I pictured his massive hands slippery with soap, pinning me against the wet bathroom tile while he drove his d**k into my drenched core until I couldn't even stand on my own two feet.
Mateo let out a low, dark chuckle, his thumb stroking my heated cheek. “What are you thinking, babygirl? It’s just a bath.”
Before I could even stammer out a proper response, his long, heavy fingers wrapped firmly around my wrist.
He turned, pulling me along behind him as he marched up the grand staircase.
We passed right by Wyatt’s closed bedroom door, the sheer thrill of being caught sending a hot spike of dangerous adrenali
