CHAPTER THIRTY SEVEN

Go on

“Thirty minutes,” she repeated, her lips brushing against mine in a fleeting kiss, "and counting."

The timer beeped, marking the start of our challenge. Lora’s fingers found their way to my belt, working it off with an ease that surprised me. My hands mirrored her movements, my fingers brushing against the zipper of her dress as I pulled it down, exposing her lacy underwear.

She moaned softly, her eyes half-closed as she whispered, “Twenty-nine minutes.”

Go on

Her fingers slid along the waistband of my pants, pulling them down just enough to free my erection. The air in the kitchen grew heavy with the scent of her arousal, and I leaned in, my lips finding her neck, my tongue tracing the delicate curve of her collarbone.

Lora’s hands caressed my back, her nails raking down my skin, sending a surge of pleasure through me.

“Twenty-eight minutes,” she murmured, her hips grinding against me, as if trying to draw me in even closer.

Go on

I groaned, losing myself in the feel of her bod