Chapter 97 “No Kidding”

• Zed crashed down on the countertop next to me a few hours later as relaxation finally rolled through my body, accompanying the last who-knew-how-many orgasms. He was on his back, me on my belly, and the sun was rising off to our side.
• “Wow,” I sighed, my cheek resting on a layer of sticky who-knew-what. At that point, we were both covered in a layer of frosting, cake bits, and bodily fluids.
• “Damn,” Zed groaned, his eyes closing. “We should’ve done that sooner.”