Mia
James was nowhere in sight when I opened my eyes the next morning, and I knew he must have gone off to his office to work. Still a little dazed from last night’s passionate sex, I sat up and pulled my knees against me, resting my chin on the top.
“James,” I murmured.
Last night, he had taken me twice. Or rather, he let me take him. Then after that, it had been his turn, me writhing beneath him as he devoured me to his heart’s content there on the sofa. Then, of course, he led me to stand by the floor-to-ceiling window that overlooked the city of Las Vegas. The sight of the glittering city had been amazing, a wonderful view to behold indeed. Then when he took me there…
