Maya’s POV

  

  

   The set felt different the next morning. The lights were just as hot, the crew just as focused, but inside me everything buzzed louder. My body was still sore from yesterday, from Adam. My thighs ached, my pussy still tender, but every time I thought of him filling me up against the shower tiles, I wanted him all over again.

  

  

  

   I caught him watching me during makeup. His eyes were darker than usual, lingering too long on my lips, my chest, the stretch of bare skin between the robe I wore. My pulse raced each time I felt his gaze. He smirked when I glanced back, like he...