Maya
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My phone’s been blowing up for the past hour, and I already know it’s Belinda texting—probably wondering why I’ve gone MIA after roping her into planning a surprise for Ryder.
Why did I think one round would be under thirty minutes and I’d still have the energy to function?
I can’t even move, and Ryder’s in the kitchen whipping up a snack for us like he didn’t just break my joints.
I’m not complaining at all.
One of my favorite things about being with Ryder—besides how f*****g good the s*x is—has to be the aftercare.
He’s so soft with me. It’s like he shifts into a whole new person after he’s emptied himself. And honestly? I like how that feels.
“Here’s your meal, Your Highness,” he says, handing over a bowl of steaming noodles, and I swear I almost drool at the sight.
