6
Natasha
What. The actual. f**k?
I hear the front door close and then the Land Rover start up. Seriously? Dima’s literally running away right now?
My face burns as I find my way to my feet and rearrange the stupid cocktail dress back down my hips. My a*s tingles and smarts from Dima palm, and that part still makes my tummy flip flop with excitement.
I’ve never orgasmed from being fingered before, and that was singularly the most erotic s****l experience I’ve ever had. Not that I have all that much s****l experience—I still live with my mom, after all.
I stand there, stunned, rewinding and reviewing our encounter. He thought it was a mistake.
Why?
What about getting some obviously much-needed s****l relief from me could be a mistake. Unless…
There was someone else.
But how could
