Vivian jerked, her body still trembling, her thighs still clenching together, her mind still lost in that sinful moment with Christopher—and now, she had to deal with Lola’s nosy ass?
She turned her wrecked, ruined face toward her best friend, glaring murderously, but that only made Lola cackle harder.
“Oh, you did. You so did.”
Vivian groaned, throwing her head back against the pillow, pressing the heels of her palms into her eyes. “Lola, I swear to God!”
“Oh, no, baby, you don’t gotta swear to God.” Lola grinned, plopping down in the chair beside the bed, her eyes twinkling with pure, filthy mischief. “Swear to me. Tell me every dirty little detail.”
Vivian groaned louder, her body still betraying her, because f**k—she was still soaking wet.
Lola leaned in, lowering her voice like
