Twelve hours and his body was still infused with a rush of post-orgasm adrenaline. She had been incredible. Gorgeous, eager, uninhibited. And she only wanted the one time. Usually, the promise of one time would settle well with him. He wasn’t looking for commitment, not even close. But another taste of the sweet oblivion being lost in Madeline’s body afforded? That he would gladly experience again. He glanced at his watch right when Madeline came bursting through the door of his studio. “You’re late,” he said, taking a long moment to admire her beauty. Her cheeks were flushed from the outside air, and from the run it looked like she’d taken to try and make it on time. Long, slender legs encased in dark, skinny jeans that hugged her hips. A stretchy cotton top with a scoop neckline that molded to her rounded breasts. Breasts he’d had in his hands twelve hours ago. He hadn’t taken the time to taste them, and now he regretted that. “Sorry…I overslept.” She looked down when she said it.
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