He opened the door with his fingerprint and turned to the bodyguards.
+"Stay in the yard."
The bodyguards exchanged a glance, nodded, and he heard their obedience before closing the door.
He headed to the kitchen. She was still asleep in the same position.
For a moment, he wondered if she'd passed out—or worse.
He quickened his steps. pulled her shoulders back gently.
Her head tilted, and now her cheek pressed against his stomach.
It seemed the effects of the drug they'd injected were still lingering in her system.
He tapped her forehead lightly.
+"Little fool…"
He slid his hands under her legs and lifted her up. Her warm lips brushed against his neck, her breaths spreading across his skin.
That was enough to unsettle him.
He hated himself for it.
He felt like a teenager, losing control over a single touch.
As soon as Diana was on the bed, she went to the door and threw herself into the bathroom.
His d*ck was hard and his cum had soaked her boxer.
+ damn it.
Grumbled to himself
He wrapped his hand around his d*ck and started to move it back and forth.
He raised his face and was satisfied by remembering the heat of her lips and the line of her white breasts that was visible through her towel.