Over the next couple of weeks, it certainly wasn’t all rainbows and cuddles following the airing of the dirty laundry in the penthouse, but Amberleigh could definitely feel a shift in the atmosphere. No longer so tense and secretive, it just felt lighter and not so fucking stifling. There was a more openness among them which she was grateful for. Less conversations stopped when she entered the room. And in turn, she learned several things without having to resort to breaking and entering and spying. Well it certainly also helped when you now spent most nights in the bed of the man you once creeped on. Pillow talk and late-night confession were the best she’d come to find many times over. For example, to the outside world Cole Godwin was a hardened man who carried around a black notebook to keep tabs on shit you done to use against you at some point. Also rumored among his employees to be an alcoholic who got the shakes towards the end of the day and too much of a worka

It was during one of their late-night pillow chats, a couple nights before Thanksgiving, when Grayson informed her about the fertility clinic he’d found. This came as both of them still lay panting in their post orgasm bliss after their game that night had involved a good old fashioned vibrator. They lay side by side, his fingers skimming over her naked body leaving goosebumps behind as he spoke. “As much fun as I’m having beautiful, it would be nice to get back to slamming my cock inside your moist cunt. So I must inform you, I’ve found a clinic that seems to fit our needs. It’s in Spain, has a very high rate of success, and caters to many high-profile clientele where discretion is paramount. They can get us in next week.” Amberleigh propped herself up on one elbow with a grin, “Sounds nice. But let me get this straight, you just assume that once the deed is done and I got a bun cooking, I’ll want to keep fucking you Mr. Godwin? That’s a bold assumptio