She came with his name on her lips, her body clamping around him, and he followed a moment later, his rhythm breaking, his groan muffled against her shoulder. She felt him pulse inside her, felt the heat of his release through the thin latex, and she held him through it, her legs still wrapped around his waist. They lay tangled together, breathing hard, the sweat cooling on their skin. After a long moment, he pulled out and sat up, disposing of the condom. She expected him to lie down, to pull her against his chest and let sleep take them. Instead, he stood and held out his hand. "Not finished with you yet," he said. She took his hand, and he pulled her to her feet. Her legs were unsteady, but he didn't give her time to think about it. He led her out of the bedroom and down the hall, past the library, past the dining room. She saw the long mahogany table, dark and gleaming, and felt a pull of anticipation. He didn't stop at the dining room. He pulled her past it, into a room she
Read more