We walked down the short hallway to Delilah's bedroom. The second we crossed the threshold, I shut the door behind us.
Delilah didn't waste a second. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her sundress and shimmied it up over her hips, letting the fabric bunch at her waist. Her panties followed—simple black lace, already soaked. She stepped out of them, kicked them aside, and turned to face me, hands on her hips, legs slightly spread.
"Come and fuck me, Evan," she said, voice low and hungry. "Let's see if those things you said in the penthouse were true."
I smirked, already reaching for my zipper. My cock sprang free, hard and ready, still slick from breakfast. "Oh, you have no idea how real they were."
I grabbed Delilah by the thighs, fingers sinking into soft, warm flesh, and hoisted her clean off the floor. She gasped, legs snapping around my waist, arms looping tight around my neck as I slammed her back against the wall. The impact rattled a framed photo beside us.
