Once is not enough!
Twice!
Was this guy planning to test everything he'd learned from that indescribable book on her once again?
Jane Sampson now regretted saying that James Black had poor technique.
She would rather have him as he was before, predictable and steady, than cope with the now varied and unpredictable James Black!
It served her right for running her mouth! Served her right!
"Tired?" Compared to Jane Sampson who couldn't even be bothered to lift her eyelids, James Black seemed as lively as ever. Hearing Jane suddenly sighing beside him, he didn't know why she had sighed but the moment he saw her annoyed expression, he couldn't help but curve his lips into a chuckling smile.
"Rest," he said, "Beef shreds, we can get up and deal with it tomorrow morning." He pulled the quilt up to cover her body, which was littered with hickeys, her skin so tender, the marks from before had yet to fade completely.
