Annabel tasted like fine wine. He had to admit that cheating on his wife had never felt this good, not like he had ever cheated before. He had just never imagined that there was a single human being in this world that could make him reach the climax of his sexual experience other than his wife.
He felt guilty for what he had just done but was not apologetic about it. It was a complicated situation to be in.
He felt her hand roll over his bare chest, stimulating him to action. She was incredibly good with her hands, the kind of woman that could make a man miss an important meeting because he wanted to remain all curled up in her arms.
