The quiet after the session should have felt different. s*x usually gave people away—loosened them up, made them talk more, let them slip. But Felicia wasn’t most people. She was still playing.
Caspian could see it in the way she stretched out across the table, still flushed, still catching her breath, but not unraveled. Not really. Not in the way most women would be after a night like this.
She moved with ease, dragging a slow hand over her stomach, fingers tracing her skin absently. Like she was already thinking about something else. Caspian watched her carefully, waiting for the moment she would let something slip.
For a long time, she didn’t. And then—she sighed, sitting up, reaching for her robe with slow, deliberate movements. Too slow. Too controlled. She wasn’t rushing to get
