Scott had her on all fours. She was so much smaller than he was. Scott had played football in college, and even though he had let the past few years catch up with his waistline, he still had an amazing chest and neck that I could stare at all day. I was looking at the veins that popped out when he worked out, and that was how I knew that he was really putting in work right then.

“Oh, fuck!” Melody said. “Fuck, just like that Scott. You feel so good like that.”