Borrowed WifeThe Breeding Favor Chapter 25

The Scent

The next morning, we woke up late. The bed sheets were a map of dried fluids—stiff, yellowing patches of sex.

"I need to wash these," Cici yawned, stretching. "But first... coffee."

She went downstairs. I headed to the bathroom to relieve myself.

As I washed my hands, my eyes landed on the laundry hamper in the corner. It was overflowing with the week's casualties. Cici's sensible cotton panties were at the bottom, but near the top were the lacy, crotchless ones she'd worn yesterday.

A dark urge hit me.

I reached in and pulled out a pair of black lace thongs. I brought them to my face.

They smelled of her. That distinct, intoxicating mix of expensive perfume, sweat, and raw female musk. It was the scent of a woman who had been fucked thoroughly.

I inhaled deeply, letting the smell fill my lungs. My dick, flaccid a moment ago, began to stir. I wrapped the silk around my nose, breathing her in like a drug.