Willow stood under the shower in her apartment and let the water run as hot as she could stand it. Like heat could somehow wash away what had happened. Like soap and shampoo could scrub Reid Callahan out of her skin.
It didn't work. She could still smell him and still feel his hands on her. Still feel the way he'd held her leg over his hip while he pushed inside her. Still feel the marks he'd left on her neck, the bruises forming on her hips where his fingers had gripped her.
She turned the water hotter.
Her body ached in places she hadn't known could ache. Her thighs were sore from riding him. Her core felt tender and used, and she could still feel the stretch of him, the size of him, the way he'd filled her completely and then some.
She'd had the best s*x of her life with the wrong m
