“I’ll stay, beautiful,” he purrs, leaning into kiss me softly as his big arms wrap around me.
I moan into him, kissing him slow and deep even as my mind repeats “just meaningless sex” over and over.
No pedestal. No feelings. Just sex.
…Right?
This is just something I had to do. That’s all.
I snuggle into him, and I don’t even realize how tired I am until my eyelids start to droop. My head lays on his muscled, tanned chest, and the sound of his heartbeat is the last thing I hear before I fade to sleep.
It’s just a fling. It’s just a one-time thing.
Right?