Windsor's POV
I let out an exasperated breath as Zion's hands moved across my chest once more. The man simply wouldn't quit.
"Are you kidding me right now, Zion?" I whispered, though my body was already responding to his touch. "Don't you ever get tired?"
His fingers traced lower, finding the sensitive spot between my thighs that made me gasp despite myself.
"How could I get tired of this?" His voice was rough against my ear, sending shivers down my spine. "You turned me into this greedy bastard."
I could hear the desperation in his tone, that edge that told me he was already too far gone to stop. My eyes fluttered closed as I surrendered to the inevitable.
"Fine, but this is it," I breathed out. "One more time, then we're done."
That was all the permission he needed.
