Alex's mind was stuck on a loop of images he couldn't shake, even as he flipped pancakes. That naked body pressing against him, those fingers tracing his cock through his pants. The memory burned through him, making his hand jerk and splatter batter across the counter.

"Careful, babe," Nancy called from the kitchen island where she was reading something. "You're making a mess."

Alex grunted in response, barely registering her words. All he could see was Lena's perfect ass arched toward him. ...