Chapter 97
97
Cassidy's POV
The back of the marble counter dug into my spine as I pressed myself deeper into it on the floor, behind the cabinet, my breath coming in shallow, panicked bursts.
The scent of us—sweat and sex—clung to the air like a second skin. My thighs still ached from being spread wide, my skin sticky with dried cum and the slickness of my own arousal.
Fuck. Fuck.
The memory of his hands