It didn’t stay a one-time thing.

The next night I left my bedroom window open on purpose. Around eleven I heard the soft scrape of the fence and then the quiet creak of my own back door. Jake stepped into the dark kitchen like he already owned the right to be there. I was waiting in one of his old t-shirts and nothing else. He didn’t say a word. He just walked over, pushed me against the counter, yanked the shirt up over my breasts, and sucked one nipple hard into his mouth while two fingers shoved straight into my already-wet cunt.

“Missed this,” he muttered against my skin. “Spent...