Sophia Mahoney
"What? Oh, my God, I can walk, you know?" A nervous chuckle passes through her lips. "After all, I'm not the one who was winded climbing the stairs the other day."
"Are we going to have this conversation again?"
"Granted, you're not climbing stairs, but, well, you're not getting any younger. I'm just saying, ya know?"
"After linking and fucking tonight, we'll see who needs to rest." Aden playfully smacks her bottom and she yelps.
"Wait, did you just say fucking?"
"Yes, I did."
Raising her head, she looks into a mirror over the bar and locks gazes with Aden, who grins mischievously.
Sophia's eyes widen, and her face flushes a bright shade of red.
Aden pushes the doors open, then steps onto the rooftop terrace and sits her down on top of a circular chair. He unzips his pants then slides them off along with his boxers.
His lean, tone body makes her mouth water.