I exhaled, wiping the sweat from my brow. The idea of calling Eleanor was tempting, but I didn't want to be a jackass. She was going through a lot, and I wasn't sure if her earlier offer was just politeness or genuine hunger.
Tessa leaned over and whispered something in Minne's ear, all while her feet kept up a rhythmic, expert friction on my shaft. Despite the exhaustion, I felt myself starting to stir again. Tessa definitely knew exactly which buttons to push.
"Fine," I said, reaching for my phone. "I'll text her. If she's okay with it, we can—"
A sudden, heavy knocking at the penthouse door cut me off. I arched an eyebrow, gently moving Tessa's feet so I could stand up. I cleared my throat, adjusted my stance, and walked toward the door. I checked the peephole and blinked in surprise.
