"I don't know what you're talking about," I said casually as I placed the pasta plate on the bed between us. The steaming dish sat there, rich with garlic, tomato sauce, and herbs, the smell filling the room instantly.
"I can literally smell it on you," Olivia replied, her voice low and teasing, eyes narrowing playfully. She leaned in a little closer, smelling as if she could detect every trace of what I'd been doing with Maya, Asha, and Shyla, their scents, their juices, their sweat still clinging to my skin and clothes.
"It's probably the garlic you're smelling," I said with a grin, trying to play it off while I sat down on the opposite side of the bed. Olivia sat up straighter, the tight white T-shirt stretching across her heavy breasts, nipples faintly visible through the fabric as she shifted.
"I like how horny you are," she said, smiling wider now, her gaze dropping deliberately to the obvious bulge still tenting my shorts. "You look ready to burst again."
