"Hot?" Kiara cut in, her voice smooth as silk, one eyebrow arching as she leaned forward slightly, daring him to confirm it.
Lor laughed under his breath, rubbing the back of his neck.
"Yeah. That's one way to put it." The memory flickered again—Olivia's trembling thighs, her broken moans, the way her body had surrendered completely.
His cock twitched at the thought, a faint ache stirring despite the exhaustion.
Kiara pushed off the desk with a fluid motion, her boots clicking softly against the polished floor as she closed the distance between them.
"You should've seen her face," she purred, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, each word laced with delight.
"The way she tried to act like she didn't want it—like she was above it all. But I saw it, Lor. She wanted it. Craved it. I just gave her a little push." Her smirk turned hungrier, her eyes glinting with a mix of pride and arousal.
"And watching you take her like that… gods, I wish I could've joined in more."
