Kayla had a leg thrown over his, her warm palm resting on his chest. He covered her hand with his and smiled. She had been amazing last night. More than either he or Stan could have imagined. Stan had been beside himself, knowing that had been his first and last time having her. He realized what Barry had already known. A woman like Kayla was special. The envy in his friend’s eyes had been obvious, but before he left he had wished Barry a long and happy life with Kayla. “Hmmm…” she moaned, stretching. “I ache all over.” Barry rolled on to his back. “Is that a bad thing or a good thing?” Through long, heavy lashes she looked up at him. “Definitely good.” “You up for a little Christmas cheer?” He raised his hips, drawing her attention to the tented sheet draped over his groin. “Ohmygod. Aren’t you ever sated?” she chuckled. Barry pulled her atop him. “I’ll never get enough of you.” He smoothed his palm over the curve of her ass. “But in all reality we don’t have much time.
