Chapter 1: The Reluctant Rhythm
The air smelled like vanilla candle wax and clean sweat. Gavin didn’t bother going down on her. He slid on a condom and pounded into Eileen from behind, her body rocking forward with each thrust, but her moans sounded practiced and hollow as she counted down the minutes on the bedside clock. The rhythmic knock of the bedframe against the wall was louder than she was. He slowed, his hands tightening on the sharp points of her hips. “Are you even into this?” he asked, the words leaving him in a rough, breathless rush.