“Pretty sure we just fucked each other senseless,” he said, his voice still husky with the afterglow. No flash,Seducing no hum–just the hum of the fridge in the background. His walls fluttered around her, tightening, and she felt it–his climax building, mirrored in the coil of pressure at her base.

“Don’t stop,” he begged, his voice raw in her throat, and she didn’t. “These things are trashed, though.