Entering the function hall, Katherine casually combed her hair with her fingers. "Do I look okay?" she faced Damien and asked. Her hair was slightly disheveled but she easily brushed it back to style.
"You look well-fucked," he answered, wiping the small smudge of color on the corner of her mouth with his thumb. "Incredibly beautiful." He pulled his mouth into a knowing smile—it was handsome and devilish.
She squeezed her thighs together, trying to ease the sweet feeling—remnants of her orgasm from just a few minutes ago. With her racing heartbeat, she was still slightly breathless. If Damien's phone hadn't constantly rung, they wouldn't have had to chase their climax like a horse race. But she didn't complain because they finished the deed. She only wished they could have stayed out a bit longer.
