It was already open.
My breasts were already out.
My n*****s were already hard and begging to be sucked. Pinched. Bitten.
The cool air hit me the second I stood.
And f**k, I felt it.
Everywhere.
Between my legs.
Across my chest.
Down my spine.
I didn’t fix my robe.
Let it hang.
Let it show everything.
I padded barefoot to the door, body still aching, p***y still leaking, and I didn’t care.
Because somewhere in this house, there was whiskey.
And somewhere deeper in the dark, maybe… just maybe…
He was awake.
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I stepped out into the hall, and the silence swallowed me whole. It felt like the walls were holding their breath.
The floor was cool under my feet, but my skin was too hot to care. Every step I took made the silk of my robe slide against my thighs, brushing my sensi
