For a moment, she froze in panic. This wasn’t her room, her bed. A blink later, she remembered where she was and who shared the bed with her. Thanks to Cupid’s Delight the evening had been most memorable. Twice she and Guy had set the book aside to re-enact an episode from the hero’s delightfully naughty adventures. Smiling in satisfaction, she rolled his way. It felt so luxurious and decadent to press her naked breasts against his back, nuzzle his neck. His scent mingled with the aroma of sex saturating the room. There was no shyness in her as she reached across his hip to stroke his sleeping cock. It responded to her touch, growing, hardening, awakening perhaps before the man himself did. It wasn’t long though before Guy murmured and rolled to his back. “What—” “Shh…” She covered his lips with her fingers to shush him. Blaise was sleepy and sex-drunk. She might be dreaming and, if so, never wanted to wake up. She rose and straddled his hips, leaned down to kiss him, and flicked her tongue along the seam of his lips.
