The first light of dawn had barely pierced the horizon when Devon slipped out of the Voss house, the grand duplex still shrouded in the hush of early morning. He'd woken before the others, his body satisfied from the night's indulgences, but his mind already sharpening for the day ahead.
Serena lay beside him in the guest suite, her naked form tangled in the sheets, her hair splayed across the pillow like a fiery halo, her full breasts rising and falling in the rhythm of deep sleep. They'd gone another round just hours ago, slow and intense this time, her legs wrapped around him as he thrust deep, her moans muffled against his neck, her pussy clenching around his cock in a final, shuddering orgasm that left her spent and glowing.
He'd watched her drift off, a soft smile on her lips, before dressing quietly in his blue shirt and black pants, his loafers silent on the marble floor as he left without a word.
