Jason stood in the alley, his back against the cold stone wall, his chest heaving. Mae was already adjusting her top, her eyes sparkling with satisfaction. The sword between her breasts had been knocked askew during their sexual encounter, and she straightened it with a casual flick of her wrist.
Jason's head was still spinning.
He had no idea he would see her here—this cow woman from the market, the one with the seductive smile and even the sexual offers. But he was glad he did.
Because his balls were empty.
He ran a hand through his hair, trying to catch his breath. His body felt loose, relaxed, the tension of the past few days draining out of him like water from a cracked jug. The encounter had been quick, fierce, and surprisingly athletic. Mae knew what she wanted and wasn't shy about taking it.
