Time slows down. I’m vaguely aware Ash said, ‘This is who you are,” whilst ejaculating down my throat.
So, I’m his w***e? Right now, I’m too limp to give it too much thought.
Instead I’m wondering how puffed up my lips must be, how wild my drenched hair looks. He’s got a sly grin on his face, those dark eyes sparkling with wicked intent. Like he could do it all over again.
There is a weird kind of giddiness between us. Like we’ve done something we shouldn’t. It flickers in the pit of my stomach.
It wasn’t just s*x.
This guy is giving me butterflies from a look, and I’m meant to act like it’s all part of the service. Suddenly the blush on my face isn’t from a rush of bliss. It’s from feeling very, very foolish.
“Hey. Cora, everything okay?”
Shit, I didn’t realise I’d let my face f
