“I have a confession,” he murmurs, his tongue feathering against my pulse point as he inhales the scent of my perfume. “At the beach house, I put some of my cum in your perfume bottle.” I go still. “Why?” “So you’d always smell like me.” A bolt of heat goes through me. “Fuck. I hate that I find that so hot,” I mutter, pulling his face up to mine and kissing him fully.
