Chapter 15: Supermarket Stockroom & Aftermath

Morning light filtered through the half-drawn blinds of their apartment, painting soft gold stripes across the rumpled sheets and the faint sheen of dried sweat still clinging to Mia’s skin. She lay curled against Jake’s chest, the aftermath of the nightclub still humming in her veins like a low, persistent bass line. Her sheer black dress from the night before lay discarded on the floor, the fabric stiff in places where multiple loads and her own release had soaked through. A single glossy trail had dried along the inside of her thigh, catching the light whenever she shifted. Her perky C-cups rose and fell with each slow breath, nipples still faintly sensitive from the hands and mouths that had claimed them hours earlier.

She traced a lazy fingertip along the faint sticky path on her leg, bringing it to her lips for a slow taste. The mingled flavor sent a fresh spark low in her belly. “We should do something normal today,” she murmured, voice still rough from the night’s moans. “Groceries. Like an actual couple. Except ... I want to feel you inside me while the whole store goes on around us.”

Jake’s hand slid down her back, cupping the curve of her ass. “Short skirt. Nothing underneath. Stockroom if we can make it there.”

By ten o’clock they were pushing a metal cart through the wide, brightly lit aisles of the local supermarket. Fluorescent panels buzzed overhead, casting everything in clean, unforgiving white. The air smelled of fresh bread from the bakery at the front, ripe produce misted with water, and the faint metallic tang of the meat counter. Saturday morning shoppers moved in easy currents—families comparing cereal boxes, retirees studying labels, a cluster of college kids debating energy drinks. Mia’s short flowy sundress in pale yellow swayed around her thighs with every step, the hem brushing bare skin and nothing more. No panties. The cool air from the refrigerated cases drifted up beneath it, teasing the slick heat that had already started building the moment they stepped inside.

Jake kept the phone tucked low in the front pocket of his hoodie, gimbal clipped discreetly so the lens caught every sway of her hips without drawing a single curious glance. His hand rested lightly at the small of her back as they turned into the produce section, thumbs tracing idle circles just above the dress’s waistband. “You look so fucking innocent pushing that cart,” he said under his breath, lips brushing her ear. “No one knows you’re already dripping for me.”

Mia’s cheeks flushed, but her hazel eyes sparkled with that growing confidence. She reached for a bunch of bananas, letting the dress ride just high enough on her thighs that the cool mist from the vegetable sprayers kissed her bare folds. A middle-aged woman two carts away glanced over, then turned back to her tomatoes without a second thought. The near-miss sent a fresh pulse through Mia’s core. She pressed her thighs together for a heartbeat, feeling the slickness coat her skin.