Eden's Pov
The rest of the day keeps going impeccably well, a smooth, buzzing hum of positive energy. After a solid hour of signing merchandise and trying desperately to keep my composure from the intense, constant awareness of sitting on his lap, I finally busy myself by looking through the new merchandise catalogue. Enzo is a few feet away, speaking with Perry in low tones about taking a short break and returning to the event shortly.
Sitting on his lap for so long has been its own form of sweet, private punishment. My core is soaked, a persistent, throbbing ache reminding me of our intimacy, and the fact that I have no underwear on after the frantic, passionate intensity of this afternoon only amplifies the feeling.
