A few days had passed since that filthy phone sex session, the memory of it lingering in Stiles’s mind like a secret thrill—her fingers buried in her pussy, ass shaking for Derek’s eyes only, cumming hard while he jerked off on video. She’d tried to focus on Scott, texting him awkwardly, but his responses were always polite, distant. It frustrated her, but Derek’s “lessons” kept pulling her thoughts back to him, her body aching in ways she couldn’t ignore.

That evening, her parents had invited Derek over for dinner—a casual thing, Noah grilling steaks on the patio, Claudia preparing sides in the kitchen. “Derek’s been so busy with work,” Claudia said as she set the table. “It’s nice to have him over.”