Lauren
LaurenWell, it was official. I"d hit a new low. I"d offered myself to a man who despised me. And I loved it.
What did that say about me? I didn"t care to analyze it. I needed to get home, away from Rye"s smoldering presence. When I was near him, I couldn"t think. All my usual cool logic flew out the window and all I could do was respond. Impulsively. Primitively. Disastrously.
I hadn"t planned any of this. It had been a spur-of-the-moment inspiration. Now I had to deal with the aftermath.
I pulled my bra back over my breasts, wincing a little at how sensitized they still felt. That hotel armchair had just provided me with the single best s****l experience of my life—not that I have much to compare it to. Those hot moments would be burned into my memory forever. Especially the fe
