Chapter Fifteen
Later, she took in the photos, the artwork, the originals, as she strode around the living room or grand room, whatever this room was, in Justin’s father’s house. The room had leather sofas and chairs, metal and wood tables, finery that was both masculine and tasteful—nothing that would ever be found in her parents’ house, because it likely cost a small fortune.
She waited for Justin, who had been called out of the room by his dad a few minutes earlier and had said he’d be right back before kissing her still swollen lips, his hand skimming down her back, where only hours before he had been touching her bare skin.
She could still feel him inside her.
Here, waiting for Justin at his father’s, alone, she was reliving her first time. It hadn’t been awkward. It had been beau
