/Esme/
I walked back into the dining room on shaky legs, my dress clinging to sweat-slicked skin. My lips were slightly swollen from the kiss, my inner thighs still wet, and no amount of deep breathing could calm the storm inside me.
Dave’s eyes snapped to me immediately.
“Esme?” His voice was full of concern. “What happened? You look… flushed.”
I froze. Do I look freshly fingered? Do I look guilty? Weird questions exploded in my brain like fireworks.
Gerald’s eyes were on me, burning from across the table. Calm. Cool. Collected. That smug bastard wore his poker face so well like he hadn’t just had his fingers inside me. Like his mouth hadn’t just ruined me. Now, it curled into a soft, reassuring smile.
“She got overwhelmed,” Gerald spoke smoothly before I could. “The excitement, the
