Cole’s POV

“Mom! Daddy!” Daniella’s voice pierces through the walls of the penthouse.

Elena jerks beside me, blinking, then gasping as the weight of reality hits her. We’re tangled in sheets, her hair wild across my chest, her lips still kiss-bruised. For one perfect second, I’m content to just watch her. Then the door handle rattles.

Her eyes widen. “Oh my god.”

I grin, even as I reach for my pants. “Guess they are not busy anymore.”

“Cole!” she hisses, scrambling for ...