I’m in the midst of remembering Dmitry on his knees behind me, drilling his considerable length—I was wrong when I teased him about being small—into me again and again, when Sadie slides into the booth across from me with a groan.
I cross my legs, assuming she’ll be able to smell the lingering scent of s*x on me after my vivid replay of last night’s events. “Sorry you got stuck in traffic. Was everyone in the accident okay?”
She shrugs and pulls her apple pie towards her, taking a bite out of the crust first. “I don’t know. As soon as I got free of the standstill traffic, I blew out of there.”
I roll my eyes. A real bleeding heart empath, this one.
“I just knew I needed to get here,” she says around a gooey cinnamon slice of apple. “It took five days for me to get you to agree to lunch
