~Damon~

The car smelled like her.

Still.

Even with the windows cracked and the engine humming, her scent lingered on the leather like a fucking reminder.

My cock was still sore from how good she sucked my dick. My palm still tingled from how hard I grabbed her hair.

The Bluetooth crackled, then connected.

“You’ve got three minutes,” I said, putting the call on speaker as I adjusted the steering wheel and leaned back into the seat. My voice was clipped, ...