My pulse was a frantic drum against my throat. Every rational thought screamed that I should snatch my clothes off the floor and run. Instead I stayed frozen, completely naked, nipples tight and aching from the cool air-conditioning, the soft lips of my pussy already slick from the filthy adrenaline of the last hour. The betrayal still burned under my skin—Mike’s cock shiny with Laura’s cum, the way he’d looked at me like I was nothing—but this stranger’s body was erasing it, overwriting it with pure, stupid lust.

He was taller than Mike. Broader. The kind of man who looked like he could pin someone down and keep them there....