I was a sick bastard. I knew that. But I didn’t fucking care as I watched Rosie—fuck—Nadia fall back into bed and slip her fingers between her thighs. I’d forgotten I left the feed running after my check-in with her last night, but when I heard her moaning, I stumbled to my desk and told myself I was just checking to make sure she was okay. Turned out she was more than okay. She was horny. And dammit, so was I.
