BANANA BREAD
~MAYA POV~
I woke up sore.
Not the kind you get from a hard workout. This was deeper. Inner.
The ache between my thighs was a constant reminder of what I had done—what I had let him do—and every time I shifted, my body screamed the evidence.
I stared at the vaulted ceiling of the guest room, my skin still too hot under the sheets.
It wasn't a dream.
I'd had s*x with Silas King. My best friend's father. In his bed. While she slept down the hall.
And the worst part? I could still feel him. The ghost of his hands gripping my hips. The stretch. The fullness. The way he had groaned my name like a curse.
I squeezed my eyes shut, but that just made it worse. The images came flooding back—his body over mine, the weight of him, the way he'd made me beg.
"Faster. Please, Sila
