Emma

Everyone turned toward me, brows perked in worry. Except for Noah, he had the nerve to have a smirk on his face as he studied me.

"Are you okay?" Olivia asked.

"Yeah, are you okay, Emma?" He repeated.

His fingers had slipped inside my entrance, smearing my juices all over, even over my inner thighs. I was dripping onto his shirt. I knew that when I got to my feet, there would be a wet splotch at the back of the t-shirt.

"Yes, I am," I replied, lowering my gaze. "I almost choked," I ...