Alice.
The ache between my legs still throbbed when I woke up, a deep leftover burn that made every shift under the sheets feel like a reminder of how hard Dominic had ravaged me the night before.
Mom’s voice drifted up from the kitchen, light and normal. Followed by Dominic’s.
I got up, pulled on a short skirt and a soft armless crop-top. I went downstairs like a normal day.
Mom stood at the gas scrambling eggs. Dominic leaned against the counter in a blue t-shirt and jeans, coffee cup in hand. He looked up at me when I walked in. His eyes held mine for a second. My n*****s responded to his gaze instantly. Hardened under the top.
“Morning, sweetie,” Mom said without turning around. “How was your night?”
“It was awesome.”
Dominic’s voice was low. “You sure had a good sleep.”
“So,”
