The afterglow lingered like a haze, Eleanor's body humming with sated pleasure as she lay there, still joined to Rhys in the rumpled sheets.
His c**k twitched faintly inside her, a reminder of the reckless indulgence she just chased, her p***y slick and full despite the orgasm that had left her trembling.
But reality crept in of Julian, the penthouse, the life she was supposed to return to.
Panic flickered, sharper now that the high was fading. She needed to clean up, erase the evidence of her betrayal before it stained everything.
With a shaky breath, she shifted, feeling the wet slide as she finally pulled off him, a gush of their combined release dripping down her thighs.
"Calder," she murmured, voice hoarse from moans, sitting up on wobbly legs. "Help me. Wash me up. I... I can'
