“Come on. Let’s go use the library at the society house.” I bolted off his lap, my clit still sore and aching from that orgasm as I fastened my jeans again. “Why did you bring me here, then?” He gave me a sunny smile that was all innocence before he stood and took my hand. “My own amusement.” Remington was a terrible person. But the ache between my thighs suggested that my body didn’t agree with my mind.
