Chapter 87

• Garrett watched her as her chest heaved up and down, lost in pleasure. Her hair was spread across the pillow, her face flushed pink and the image was so damn beautiful, so seductive that he couldn't take it anymore. His breath came even more ragged as he bent and kissed her again.
• "My little pumpkin…" he called her name almost unknowingly. Did he just call her my little pumpkin?
• “What… what did you call me?” I whispered lowly, my head filled with pleasure.