They lay sprawled naked on a long plush couch in the same cabin where they had fucked each other's brains out mere minutes ago. The sex was thought-shattering and their pleasured moans and grunts had echoed through the forewalls of the room.
They were now a tangle of limbs, Becca laying cuddled on top of him, her head lolled on his chest while his hand was wrapped over her in a possessive embrace.
Leo relished her warmth, the way her softness was draped over him like a blanket. He didn't let go nor did he make any efforts to get up, knowing full well his guards won't dare disturb him when he was with Becca. His men knew where he was, saw him walking into that very cabin, and knew not to barge in unceremoniously.
