Promises and Pomegranates by Sav R. Miller

Smirking, I push to my feet on wobbly legs, looking around for a tissue to dry
myself with. I walk to the desk and pluck one from its box, but he clicks his
tongue in disapproval.
“What are you doing?” He joins me, taking the tissue from my fingers.
“Did you think I was kidding about you leaving here covered in my cum?”
My cheeks flame. “I just thought it was kind of a heat of the moment
thing.”
“It’s always the heat of the moment with you,” he says, that weird
fucking smile back in place as he maneuvers my arms back into my dress,
pulling the neck up over my breasts. His cum is cool against the soft fabric,
hidden beneath it, but I can smell it.
I know it’s there, like a secret the two of us share, and the notion makes
me feel... alive.