Fenella’s POV
“We had great sex.” He smirked while watching me blush like a honey-glazed apple.
I was just speechless; I couldn’t deny the commentary about our s*x these past 24 hours. It might be true because my p***y hurts from all the friction.
I cursed at my stupid little brain, blaming it all on myself for submitting to my lust. But I felt grateful because, without some vodka last night or his way of seducing me all the time, maybe I wouldn’t dare to approach him. At this point, maybe we're already f**k buddies for a day? Friends with benefits?
The hell I know of it, but I like it. I had been dreaming of him for so long; now it has become so real. We had great s*x!
“Um…, right. So, I sincerely thank you for—" I trailed off. What should I say? Thank you for the best s*x of my lif
