Enveloped in the body heat of her two lovers, she was warm, even though the fire in the hearth had died down. She moved and winced. Her entire body ached, and recalling what had gone on the night before, she could understand why. Remy and Philippe had pleasured her again and again. Whatever had been in the potion, it had been incredibly potent. Repeatedly, her body had surged to life, the intense desire seeming to spark with the slightest or utter lack of provocation. She sighed with the memories, thinking of how wonderful they had both been to her. “Good morning,” Remy said, tugging her close, kissing her lightly. It wasn’t intended to ignite desire, but simply to convey affection. “It is a good morning,” she said. “It could only be better if we were back home in New Orleans and Philippe was bringing me pastries.” “We’ll feed you,” Remy promised. “It won’t be beignets though.” “I imagine that the two of you will want a hardier breakfast than that anyway. You must have worked up quite an appetite last night,”
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