RILEY

Every time I see him now I have to clench my thighs so I don’t drip down my legs in broad daylight.

That’s how bad it’s gotten after just one day. My body is a traitor. One look at Damien across the fence and my pussy clenches like it remembers the fantasy from last night better than I do. I woke up this morning already wet, thighs slick, nipples tight against my tank top. The ache from edging myself raw yesterday hasn’t gone anywhere. If anything, it’s worse. Deeper. Like my body knows he’s right next door and is punishing me for not having him yet.

Day two of...