Chapter 91 - Saint

"Saint?" Kiema asked, her delicious ass pointed up into the air, her head near my lower back as we rushed across the street to the warehouse.

"Yeah, honey?"

"You have a seriously fantastic ass. I'm going to bite it one of these days."

Ransom laughed behind us.

I felt her wiggle, brace herself on her hands that were on my hip bones. "Yours, too, Ransom."

His laugh turned to smoke. "Anytime, anywhere."

Next thing I know, Kiema is snaking her hands under my shirt, down my pants. Her nails dug into the muscles of my ass.

I spanked her, the sound loud as we passed through the back entrance of our home. "No touching."

Her hand disappeared. "Sorry. I need your skin. I need it against mine. Hurry, Saint."

We pushed into the elevator. Ransom stabbed the button for my fifth-floor home. Pulling Kiema from my shoulder, I lowered her to her feet.

She sank to her knees, hands searching out my zipper as her breathing grew ragged and her eyes flickered with heat and lust.

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