Callum offered with an adorable grin as Vanessa opened her eyes. “How’d you sleep?” “Really well,” she said, yawning. “You wore me out.” They’d made love at least six times—not that she was counting. Or complaining. According to some of her past lovers, she had the drive of a nymphomaniac, so she and the baron were well matched in that regard. And, except for the kinky tongue-biting thing, the sex had been nothing short of mind-blowing. “I’m sorry to hear that,” he said, looking disappointed. “That’s not what I meant,” she said, already wanting him again. “Does that mean you fancy another go?” “I do,” she told him. “Very much.” A glance at his crotch told her he was hard. After putting on protection, he moved down the bed, positioned himself between her thighs, and licked her sex, calling her passion like a genie in a lamp.
