Chapter Twenty-Four

The curtains are open on the windows. The filmy, translucent ones are pulled off to the side and the heavy-duty light blocking ones are tucked neatly at the ceiling. That means that the whole of New York City is spread out before us in a twinkling display as we lay in bed.

Combined with Christopher's naked body, it's the best post-sex view I've ever had.

I'm sweaty and satisfied. Parts of me ache from pleasure so great I didn't even know it was possible to feel that good. I thought the sex in the Caribbean was good, but this blows it out of the water.

I'm almost afraid to imagine how good the next session will be. Each time we have sex, it just gets better and better.

Christopher's phone rings in the other room. I realize it's still in his suit jacket that I threw on the floor. I'm fairly sure it's near the piano, but it could be on the couch. I wasn't paying much attention to the jacket once it was off him.

Christopher doesn't move.

“You going to get that?” I ask after the thir