~Serena~

Declan rolled down the window once I was decent, physically at least. My dress was in place, my seatbelt secured around my waist, but my panty is soaked, my nipples ached, my clit was pulsating, and my mind was a flurry of questions.

“Did you change your mind?” Mario asked, his frown crinkling his forehead.

“No,” Declan was perfectly calm and collected. If Mario were a shifter, he’d smell my scent streaming out from the car towards the window, and he’d hear my pounding ...