My mother raises the humiliating picture of me in front of her face like a shield. “Mom!”Backing out of the room, she fumbles with the door and slams it shut.“As if she doesn’t hate me enough already.” Violet’s face is beet red and blotchy.“She doesn’t hate you.” I circle her clit with my thumb as a distraction. “I’m so sorry.”She pushes my hand away. I can’t say I blame her for giving up the orgasm quest, all things considered. “We can still get a hotel room tonight. I’ll make a call.”“Don’t do that. I don’t want to offend your mom. More than I already have, anyway.” She grabs her bag from the floor. “I should get ready to go wherever we’re going.”She disappears into the bathroom, locking the door behind her. I drop my head back and scrub a hand over my face. The same one that was just inside Violet’s underpants, which means I’ve rubbed her pussy all over my damn face. Those fucking underpants. Why they’re so hot is beyond me. Christ.
