Ayla

The room was warm.

Or maybe it was just the fact that Darius was damn near on top of me like some type of exotic koala, but hey, I was just saying.

He had just finished having a shower a few minutes ago and had insisted on wearing only a pair of briefs and I was not complaining in the slightest.

He was so fucking sexy if that was not already a known fact by now.

“You’re staring,” he said, voice low and teasing.

“Because you’re giving me a reason to,” I replied, still ogling his ...