Maybe it was the air conditioner, or the aftermath’s effect of what Jeremy and I had done, but I was shaking. My whole body ached, my legs were trembling where I was sprawled on the floor.
Embarassment was wearing in now. I had begged Jeremy not to stop f*****g me. God. I actually said that out loud.
I shied away from Jeremy’s gaze that was searing heat into my skin, but before the shame could pull me in further, his rough palm slid over my stomach, smearing the mess he had made on me. He was so raw—liked to play dirty. His other hand cupped my cheek, forcing me to look at him.
“Look at you,” he muttered, his voice still thick with lust. “Shaking all over. Can’t even catch your breath.”
I closed my eyes. “Stop teasing me.”
But he didn’t. Of course he didn’t. He dragged his thumb acro
