Maybe it was the air conditioner, or the aftermath’s effect of what Jeremy and I had done, but I was shaking. My whole body ached, my legs were trembling where I was sprawled on the floor.

Embarassment was wearing in now. I had begged Jeremy not to stop fucking me. God. I actually said that out loud.

I shied away from Jeremy’s gaze that was searing heat into my skin, but before the shame could pull me in further, his rough palm slid over my stomach, smearing the mess he had made on me. He ...