Rachel had no idea the thoughts he had, the life he'd led, all she knew was that she'd stumbled over this man twice, barely knew him, but was here. She'd brought him back to her home, into her bed and she was grinding against him and she had no idea who he was. It was ridiculous, and yet she didn't want to stop. She felt his hands on her, she felt him inside her and it was all she focused on.

She rocked against him, wanting to give him the release she'd given him, wanting to have that moment with him. She arched her back, looking up at the ceiling, feeling the power she had, the pleasure she was giving him. Tomorrow it would be gone, but now it was everything.