They lay in bed in Damon’s suite, cuddled together naked, on the verge of drifting off to sleep.

“Sure you don’t want to shower?” he asked.

Her hair brushed against his shoulder as she shook her head. “No. Too tired. And I like having your come on me.”

He smiled, exhausted and sleepy, but more gratified than he could understand. “I didn’t think you’d like that. I even tried to hold it in, but I couldn’t.”

Another head shake. “I love it. It’s like…wearing you.”

Just like with his ejaculation earlier, now he couldn’t hold in the low growl that escaped him in response. Just when he’d thought he’d taken her to the peak of her sexual willingness, she climbed higher. He’d hoped she would embrace the atmosphere of the faux Roman orgy—but he’d never dreamed she would suggest a threesome with another guy. It shocked him way more than their encounter with Jenelle had. Because it was one thing to kiss another girl, rub their bodies together—but to take in two cocks at once…hell, he was still surprised. And on the verge of getting another hard-on just remembering it, despite how damn worn out he was from a full week of wild, crazy sex with hot, beautiful Brenna.

“You didn’t even get to fuck me tonight,” she mused.

Damon thought about that for a minute, about how satisfied he felt anyway. “Yeah—but it felt like I did.”

“I know. Isn’t that amazing?”

He gazed down into her eyes, widened in wonder, in the dark. And recalled her being up on that platform, being so fucking dirty for all the world to see, such a contrast to the sweet girl next to him now. A contrast that made his heart feel like it was bending in his chest. “You are what’s amazing.”

She smiled over at him, cuddling a little closer. “’Night, baby.”

“Good night, my dirty girl.”