Jade tried to forget.
She scrubbed the grease from her skin until her fingers ached. She tossed the torn top into the trash and ignored the way her thighs still trembled when she walked. She told herself it was a mistake. One dark, filthy moment she’d never repeat.
But the scent of oil still clung to her. The ache between her legs hadn’t faded. It had bloomed. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw him. His fingers, slick with her arousal. His c**k, thick and unforgiving. His growl against her ear as he told her she was his.
She was still sore.
But it wasn’t enough.
She tried touching herself. Late at night. Lights off. Her hand between her thighs. She tried to mimic the way he had fingered her. The rough rhythm. The stretch. But it wasn’t the same. Her body didn’t respond to her own
