Chapter 47
Layla’s POV
I didn't give a damn if Wyatt was standing right outside that door.
The dirty, taboo excitement of his son calling for him while I sat completely impaled on his father's massive c**k inside a tub full of suds drove me utterly insane.
I threw my head back and began bouncing wilder on his lap, riding his thick, curved shaft with a desperate, frantic pace.
Water sloshed violently over the porcelain edge, splashing onto the bathmat as I slammed my hips down onto his groin over and over.
My heavy, bare breasts jiggled wildly with every brutal drop, n*****s dark and stiff under the misty air.
“I’M BUSY! LEAVE THE DOCUMENTS ON MY DESK AND COME BACK LATER!” Mateo roared toward the door, his deep, authoritative voice echoing through the suite.
He didn't even pause
