Fûcking Aubrey (4)
Aubrey’s laugh melted into a soft sigh as she curled tighter against me. Her body was warm, slick with sweat, the strap-on still strapped around my hips and pressing against her thigh. The air in the living room was heavy with séx, every inch of us marked by clawing, biting, and desperate need.
But my mind was already racing forward. She thought we were done. She thought I’d let her sleep. Not a chance.
I pulled back slightly, brushing damp curls from her face. “Shower?”
Her eyes flickered open, still hazy. “You’re serious? After that?”
I smirked, unbuckling the harness and letting it fall to the floor. “I’m just getting started.”
Her lips curved into that dangerous grin that always got me in trouble. She sat up slowly, stretching, letting her títs bounce free of t
