“Wanna go again,” Jace murmured against the shell of my ear, voice gravel-low and thick with fresh hunger. His cock was still buried deep inside me, softening only slightly, every tiny twitch sending aftershocks through my oversensitive walls.

I could barely speak. My thighs were shaking, slick with both of us, the creamy mess already leaking out around his shaft and trailing in slow, obscene rivers down the insides of my legs. My sundress was still bunched around my waist, tits pressed flat to the cool glass, nipples so hard they ached.

“Yes,” I whispered, voice wrecked. “Fuck yes. Again. Please.”

He let out a dark, satisfied chuckle that vibrated...