I try fixing my hair and the dress in the car to make myself more presentable, but I still feel like anyone looking at me would know what we just did. As we climb the steps to the front door, I glance down at my hand clasped in Sergei’s, our fingers intertwined.
“I need to take a shower and change before the meeting with the Irish,” he says as we go inside.
“Okay.” I nod.
Sergei bends and tilts my head up with his finger under my chin. “Processing again?”
“Kind of.”
“Do your thing, then.” He nods. “And, when I come back, we can discuss the subject some more. To give you more material for processing.”
I stare at him. “I doubt that my p***y would be able to handle another discussion today.”
“We’ll see.” He presses a quick kiss on my lips and heads upstairs.
When I walk inside the kit
