All day, from beginning to end, belongs to Leah. Every second is dedicated to this girl. To kissing her, to teasing her, to bringing her so close to the edge she fucking begs me. I can feel it—she’s so close yet so far. One moment, she’s in my arms, soft as fuck. Then the next, she’s jumping from my bed in God evil underwear, leaving me with a raging hard-on and a shower to eliminate it. The next time she’s in my bed, she’ll be writhing beneath me with my name on her lips. Fuck yes, she will be. Ada blinks at me in the doorway. “Ria? Who’s Ria, dear?” “Lee-ah,” I say slowly but loudly. “Is she here?” “Oh! Leah. Why didn’t you say so?” She shakes her head and steps back, opening the door. “She’s upstairs. Do you want me to call her down?” “Is Grace in?” “No.” “Do you mind if I go up?”
