With one hand, he covered his dick, because silk and cum didn’t mix. Then he reached for her, pulling her to his chest before kissing her deeply. Tasting himself in her mouth.

He sank his fingers into her hair and kissed her. “We need to get cleaned up,” he muttered.

“We need to get rid of your red lipstick.”

Alex looked up at himself in the mirror. Flushed. Happy. Sated. “Nah. I’m going to leave it. Looks dirty, like everyone will know what I was up to. Plus, the taste of me and you in my mouth and your lipstick on my lips is fucking hot.”

And so was the way she blushed about it all as if she’d not just given him the best sexual encounter of his life.

“Well, I need to fix mine,” she said, reaching for her purse and grabbing her lipstick.

“Gimme,” Alex said, taking it from her. He ran his thumb beneath her lips and his middle finger over the cute bow of her top lip, to get rid of the smudges, then carefully reapplied the lipstick in a moment almost as intimate as everything that had come before.

When they were done, they stood facing the mirror and Zoe smiled shyly. “Here,” Alex said, suddenly inspired. “You should wear these tonight.” He unclipped his pearls and fastened them around her throat. “I have your lipstick; you have my nan’s pearls.”

Zoe ran her fingers over them. “They’re lovely.”

He watched her study them in the mirror. “Yeah, they are.”