She followed the others onto the table full of food, her legs still weak beneath her, her body betraying the aftermath of her forbidden pleasure.
She tried to act normal, grabbing a plate of food and settling into a chair, but her mind was far from the meal in front of her.
Every now and then, her eyes flickered toward Jack. Toward it.
Even beneath the fabric of his swim trunks, she could still see the outline of what had just pushed her to the brink of ecstasy.
Her pulse quickened, her lips parting slightly as the memory of it pressing against her bare slit flooded her senses.
"God, what is wrong with me?"
Someone close to her, of course, noticed her strange behavior.
"Angel, what's wrong?" Julia asked, frowning as she nudged her lightly.
"You don't like the food? You've barely touched it."
Angel blinked, snapping out of her daze. She hadn't even realized how absent she had been.
