The SUV pulled into the mansion driveway just as the moon hung high. Stiles slipped out first, legs still shaky from the backseat debauchery, cum still leaking slowly from her well-used pussy and soaking the crotchless thong under her sundress. She moved fast—almost running—up the grand staircase to their bedroom suite before Noah could even finish parking.

She locked the bathroom door, stripped naked, and stepped under the hot shower spray. Water cascaded over her flushed skin, washing away the evidence of Derek’s loads, but not the delicious ache between her thighs or the glow in her cheeks. She touched herself lightly, remembering his fingers, his cock, his filthy whispers in the dark car. “God, I’m ruined,” she whispered to the steam, smiling despite herself.