“Because I’ll do it again and again,” he said as he slid out of her. He leaned down to take her nipple between his lips. With the flick of his tongue, Victoria inhaled sharply. “I’ll find new and inventive ways to satisfy you.”

He wasn’t concerned if she experienced an orgasm the first time. Instead, he worried the second or third. Victoria grinned in spite of herself. He was positively over the top and she found herself wanting more. “Do you know how you could satisfy me again?”

John laid a tender kiss in the valley between her breasts. “Anything, my dear.”

“Could you finish making dinner?”

Chapter Twenty-Four

Chapter Twenty-Four

John awoke with the delicious curve of Victoria’s ass pressed against his morning wood and sighed with contentment. A Pembroke girl was in his bed after blowing his mind the night before. Her warmth filled his bed and his heart. He couldn’t help the smile that stretched across his face as she shifted against him. John lifted his head to see her eyes closed, thick lashes downcast, and her breathing light and steady. Under the covers, he ran his hand along the lines of her silhouette until it stopped at the flair of her bare hip. It amazed him how soft her skin felt in his palms, like warm silk fluttering in a light breeze. His wish was fulfilled; John was free to run his hands over her at a leisurely pace, interrupted by nothing. A soft sigh escaped her lips as he found her breasts. When she shifted her bottom again, she brushed against his hot club, sending a shiver down John’s spine.

“Victoria,” he whispered in her ear.

“Mmh.”

“Are you awake?” he asked rubbing a thumb across her nipple. Her back arched in response, pressing her bottom closer towards him.

A sultry groan came from her. “I am...”

John kissed her bare shoulder. “Me too.”

With her eyes still closed, she chuckled. “The bookmark is also awake,” she said in a low voice.

“He is.”

“What does he want?”

John grinned. “He wants to curl up with a cozy book.”

This got an outright laugh from her. “He feels insistent on that.”

Actually, he was in pain. Throbbing against the cleft of her ass drove John mad with desire. Seeing her braids pinned up in a messy bun did something to him as well. Her mask had slipped. John was seeing Victoria as she was: a wanton sex goddess without a schedule or rules. “Can he come in and sit a spell?”

“You’re mixing up your metaphors, Johnny.”

“You know what I mean.”

Ding Dong.

Their bodies tensed at the sound of the doorbell downstairs. “Who the hell is that?” John asked, flinging the covers off him.

“Are you expecting anyone?” Victoria lifted her head as he walked around the bed towards the window.

John cracked a venetian blind and spied his front yard. “Fuck.”

“What? Who is it?”