We both laugh.
“Anyway. I have to get going.” She wiggles her eyebrows at me. “If I’m lucky, I’ll have that freshly fucked smell on me later tonight too.”
A snort leaves me. “You’re disgusting.”
Her grin puffs out her cheeks. “Says the girl who smells like she was just royally banged two ways to Sunday.”
I shake my head, but keep my mouth shut. A moment later, the front door slams shut. Dropping my sandwich on the plate, I turn and lean back against the counter with my eyes closed. The first thing I see is Brady’s face as he held me up against the door and fucked me harder than I’ve ever been fucked before.
Heat pools in my stomach and my core starts to throb. I wish I had the ability to rewind time and go back an hour into the past to relive it.
Even if it does make me a homewrecker and a bitch.