Chapter 78

• The both of us breathing heavily, clearly exhausted, Stephen lay beside me, his chest rising and falling as he caught his breath. The sheets clung to our damp skin, and the room was thick with the scent of sex and sweat. I stared at the ceiling, trying to compose myself, but Stephen’s voice broke through my thoughts.
• “How many was that?” he asked teasingly, his tone laced with amusement.
• I knew he was asking about the number of orgasms I have had this afternoon alone. I chuckled, turning my head to look at him. “I lost count after three,” I admitted, biting my lip as a grin spread across my face.