Iris's POV 

My legs still felt like they didn’t belong to me.

I leaned against the side of the SUV, jeans only half-pulled up, trying to catch my breath while Rafael cleaned us both up with a shop rag he’d grabbed from the workbench. His come was still dripping down my thigh. Every time I shifted, I felt the ache between my legs,deep, used, exactly how he’d left me. My hands were shaky. My lips felt swollen. The garage still smelled like sex no matter how much we tried to air it out.

“You good?” he asked, voice low, still rough from what we’d just done.

“It depends on what...