Abigail
I flew off his cock so fast I nearly rolled off the bed to the ground. My hands gripped the mattress tight before that could happen.
My heart slammed against my ribs, the sour taste of his cum was still thick on my tongue. His eyes were still closed, chest was still heaving as he panted.
He didn't even know what he had said, did he?
Aphrodite.
Oh my god, I thought he knew. My hands shook and I dug my fingers deeper into the mattress, gulping air down my lungs greedily but it wasn't enough to stop the terror running through my veins.
I shivered, sitting up quickly and clearing my throat.
He knows.
Did he know? Or was it just a slip of tongue?
He must have been lost in the moment and thought he was back in the club with Aphrodite.
God, this was a mess. The lines were blurring. Why the hell did I even do that? Of course he thought I was Aphrodite, I had lost my mind and acted exactly as I did in the club.
