Chapter 88 Free At Last

• It was not the kind of breakfast in bed she was expecting. This was the kind of breakfast where she was the main course. Charlotte was writhing under him as Seamus moved under the cover. His hands were all over her body, and his sinful mouth somehow kept on devouring her until she saw stars.
• "Seamus!" She cried his name the second her climax hits. Charlotte was blushing profusely when he dragged her body to lay on top of him.
• "Morning, beautiful."