Wicked Pleasures [Steamy Short Stories]
Maddie slumped to the ground, shaking, crying, laughing, completely broken and blissed-out.
Pete crouched beside her, gently brushing hair from her tear-streaked face.
“Still with me, Miss Kensington?” he murmured.
She managed a weak, delirious smile. “Best… bonus… ever.”
Once they were done, Maddie put her long ivory gown back on, set her hair right, and touched her makeup. She looked exactly like the polished heiress again, except for the faint flush on her cheeks and the wicked glint in her eyes.