Deepika woke up with a pleasant ache between her thighs—a reminder of last night's entertainment. The delivery boy had been eager, talented in his own clumsy way, but she'd kicked him out the moment he'd finished, not interested in his pillow talk or his hopeful questions about seeing her again. She'd used him like a toy, like the glass dildo still drying on her bathroom counter, and then discarded him when his purpose was served.

But her body craved more. Always more.