She looked at me for a long beat, her breathing still a bit heavy. I could see the conflict in her eyes—the professional woman battling the part of her that belonged entirely to the chaos I brought into her life. Finally, she let out a long, defeated sigh and rolled her eyes.
"Fine," she muttered, a small, twisted smile playing on her lips. "But if I have to throw these silk panties away, you're buying me three new pairs. Expensive ones."
"Deal," I grinned.
I slowly slid out of her, the sound a wet, heavy pop. Jasmine didn't reach for the tissues. Instead, she stood up on shaky legs, reaching down to grab the thin lace of her panties. She looked me right in the eye as she pulled them up, the fabric immediately soaking up the evidence of what we'd just done. She smoothed her skirt over her hips, the wetness already creating a dark, hidden patch that only we would know about.
I stood up and delivered a sharp, stinging smack to her butt, the sound echoing in the stall.
