TIMOFEY
I should have fucked Piper in a linen closet.
Or the tool shed out back.
Or one of the countless, identical, anonymous guest rooms in the east wing of the house.
The point is, it should have been somewhere random. Somewhere I never go. A room where I'd never have to walk in and imagine her naked in front of me, confident and wet and willing. A place where the imprint of her curves wouldn't be left on the hood of one of my favorite cars.
Because now, every time I walk through the garage, I think of her.
I glance at the smudged print Piper left behind on the shimmery, silver surface. My body tenses with the memory of how perfectly she fit into my hands.
When I think about it, I can still hear Piper panting. I can feel her warm hand wrapped around my length, stroking and pulling with a toe-curling pressure. She was on the brink of orgasm without me even touching her.
You don't have to do anything,she panted.This is enough.
