Emily's POV

Day seven.

I could’ve won.

I could’ve held out, edged for one more night, clenched my thighs together and stared at the ceiling until the clock ticked past midnight and the bet was mine. I could’ve marched downstairs tomorrow morning, looked Ethan in the eye, and told him to delete the video. Walked away clean. Untouched. Victorious.

But I didn’t want to win anymore.

I wanted to lose.

I wanted to be his—and theirs—for the whole summer.

All day I’d been a mess—pussy swollen and sensitive from the night before, nipples hard every time I brushed against my shirt, thighs sticking together from how constantly wet I was....