Page 70 of Torrid Passion
CHAPTER 12
Lochlan
My eyes open from the deepest sleep of my life.
What time is it?
It can’t be that late. My internal clock never fails me.
I know I should open my eyes, but I need one more second.
What day of the week is it?
Oh, yeah, Friday.
Fuck, Kyla’s pussy is potent, I’m still a little disoriented. I didn’t drink that much last night, but it sure feels like a hangover.
As much as I’d love to stay in bed and fuck my fake girlfriend until lunch, I can’t. I have a business to run.
Mmmm.
After fucking Kyla God knows how many times, my cock is still rock hard. I’ve been way too busy lately to be on the prowl, therefore I’ve been relying on my fist for far longer than I’m willing to admit. Celibacy sucks. Jerking off doesn’t come close to fucking a sensual woman. And Kyla definitely falls into that category.
I need to be inside her again.
I’d love to have time to take it nice and slow, but a quickie will have to do.
I reach out to caress Kyla’s sexy body, but I’m unable to touch her as far as I can reach.
Huh?
I open my eyes, but to my surprise the bed is empty.
Where is she?
I sit up, rub my eyes and look around.
“Kyla?”
Nothing.
I scour the floor for traces of the woman I ravished so beautifully last night.
Her clothes are gone.
Is she in the bathroom?
“Kyla?” I shout louder this time.
Nothing.
Confused, I flip back the sheet off my naked body and jump out of bed.
“Kyla?” I shout again as I open the door to the bedroom. “Where are you?”
I look left and then right.
With a determined step, I walk around the expansive suite.
