Last night was amazing. The evening, everything she’d wanted. He’d taken her to a new Indian restaurant and the conversation—not to mention the tandoori chicken—had been first-rate. They’d both spent nearly three hours laughing and regaling one another with stories about their childhoods and more. Roughly five months together and there was still so much to learn. Boredom had yet to set in. After the restaurant and a lovely stroll through the town square, they’d ended up back at his apartment.

Now, she awoke alone. The delicious ache of his big cock stretching her open still burned between her thighs. Sex still clung to the sheets. As much as she wanted to wallow in it, she needed a shower. But she had nowhere to be today. The bed beckoned her back afterwards. She slipped under the covers and opened the book she’d started a few days ago to pass the time until Tony returned from work.

But not even the story could make her forget his hands all over her body. She glanced down to realise she was cupping a breast, her nipple tucked between two fingers. A gasp slipped past her lips as she pinched them together.

She was only two chapters in and her mind was wandering back to last night, replaying everything as her touch roamed over her body…

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“Let me do that,” she insisted with a smile as he began to slip off his blazer.

He grinned in reply, turning so she could. “Thank you, baby.”

Smoothing her hands up his back and over his broad shoulders, she grabbed his lapels and pulled off his coat, revealing his gorgeous cobalt-blue shirt, before folding his jacket neatly and placing it over the sofa. He was always so well-dressed. Sexy. The air of confidence was always present. She wrapped her arms around his middle, hands sliding up his torso and cupping his pectorals as she nuzzled her face against his back. He took such good care of his body. She bit her lip, growing warm just thinking about licking the lines of his Adonis belt.
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