Nora’s POV

Lila stood frozen in the doorway, eyes wide, face drained of color. Dominic pulled out of my mouth slowly, the wet sound of it impossible to miss. He didn’t rush to cover himself. He simply stepped back, gave me a look that said get up, and reached for his trousers.

I stayed on my knees a second longer than I should have, still staring at Lila. I stood on shaking legs and reached for my clothes. My hands didn’t work right at first. The blouse stuck to my skin. The trousers felt too tight when I dragged them up over my still-sensitive ass. I didn’t bother with the...