MAYA’S POV
“f**k,” Mr Vance cursed.
He pulled his hand from between my legs, and I almost whimpered at the loss of the contact. My skirt fell back down, but my bikini top was still on the floor.
“Get dressed,” he said low, glancing toward the hallway.
“I’m not ashamed. They can join us,” I whispered, making no move to cover myself.
“Maya,” he warned, grabbing my discarded top and tossing it at me. “Now.”
I put on my bikini top and he walked out through the other door.
Zoey’s friends came into view from the hallway, still laughing about something.
“Where’s Zoey?” I asked.
“She went to see a guy. Turns out we had the wrong address. We thought you were sleeping.”
I smiled lazily. “Changed my mind.”
I kept my smile, but inside I was still throbbing, my body aching for where we’d
