Ethan woke with Mia’s taste still on his tongue.
He lay perfectly still, staring at the ceiling while Sarah slept curled against his side, her arm draped across his chest. The memory of yesterday flooded him in vivid flashes — Mia bent over his bed, the wet heat of her p***y clenching around his c**k, the way she had moaned his name as he came deep inside her.
He could still feel the slick slide, the way her walls had fluttered and milked him through every pulse. His c**k twitched traitorously beneath the sheet, already half-hard again.
Guilt twisted like a knife in his gut. Sarah was right here, warm and trusting, and all he could think about was how perfectly Mia had taken him.
He slipped out of bed carefully, not wanting to wake her. Downstairs, the kitchen smelled like coffee and
