He carried her into the darkest corner of the balcony, where the shadows were thick and the rain provided a steady, rhythmic shield against the rest of the world. He set her down in a wide, cushioned outdoor chair. The dim light caught the sweat on his bare chest as he stood over her, looking down with a heavy, possessive gaze.
"Spread your legs, Hailey," he commanded, his voice a low vibration. "Let’s see that fine p***y again. I seem to have forgotten exactly what it looks like since this afternoon."
Hailey froze, her heart hammering against her ribs. This is wrong, her mind screamed. She was hesitant, her hands gripping the arms of the chair, even though her body was already humming with a deep, pulsing need.
"Are you doing this or... should I just leave you here?" he asked with a cr
