Chapter 78

Maren Di Ravelli was a mess of emotions by the time they got home.

The rest of the ride had been filled with an awkward silence, which had little to do with the jism that ran down her thighs when she slid off his thighs, or the smell of sex permeating strongly through the car.

They had worn their clothes in silence, and although he hadn't turned away like that day, the tension between them was thi