The room echoed with Mike's booming, triumphant laughter. It was a rough, mocking sound that cut through the post-orgasmic haze clinging to Maya's senses.
He collapsed partially onto her back, his chest heaving against her sweat-slicked skin, his cock still buried deep inside her pulsing heat.
"Oh man~" Mike wheezed through his laughter, shaking his head as he looked at the discarded phone on the nightstand. "That was an absolutely awful way to end that call, Maya."
"Real smooth." He rolled off her slightly to look at her face, a cruel smirk playing on his lips. "That Marc guy... he's a real pain in the ass, huh?"
"Always hovering, always asking questions."
Maya lay sprawled across the sheets, her limbs feeling like liquid. Her hair was matted with sweat, her lips swollen, and her heart was still hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird.
The adrenaline from the betrayal was still coursing through her veins.
