~Adrian
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I had to clean up first, get rid of any evidence of my transgression before I could even think about facing Ava.
Not when I was still sticky with sweat and the lingering scent of s*x, not when my skin was flushed and my hair mussed from our passionate encounter.
"Martha," I called out, voice low and urgent as I padded naked out of the bedroom in search of my lover. "We need to shower. Now. Before Ava gets back."
I found her in the kitchen, similarly bare and glowing from our earlier activities. She looked up as I entered, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth.
"You want to shower with me?" she teased, one eyebrow raised sardonically as she leaned back against the counter. "And here I thought you only wanted me for my body."
I groaned, reaching out to snag her a
