A few days later

Ari lounged on the couch, channel surfing aimlessly as she waited for Joe to return from his study group. The skimpy outfit she wore left little to the imagination - the black crop top riding up to expose her toned midriff, and the denim shorts barely covering the essentials. She tugged at the hem self-consciously, hyperaware of how much skin was on display.

Her mind wandered to the events of the pool party, Jake's hands and mouth on her body, the feel of his cock against her lips. Shame and arousal warred within her as she replayed each heated moment. Part of her knew it was wrong, that she should put a stop to whatever was brewing between them. But another part, the part that throbbed with need, craved more of that forbidden touch.