~ Niamh ~
I stood by the long mahogany table, stacking the remaining dishes with hands that wouldn't stop shaking.
My mind was entirely caught up in everything that had unfolded over the past…was it three or four hours? I had completely lost track of time.
Looking back, I had spent a ridiculously long time wrapped up in Massimo's bubble, trapped in a cocoon that started with me pressuring him to take his medicine and ended with me urging him to fill me with his cock.
My cheeks burned red at the memory of his thick shaft. I really needed to stop this. I had to set a firm boundary between us and put an end to this sex escapade between us, with the excuse of blowing off steam or finding quick body satisfaction.
The truth was terrifying. The more I had sex with him, the more I found myself getting attached to him all over again. Every time he touched me, another piece of my hard-built resistance crumbled into dust.
