Chapter 68 Harper

• The clock on Harper's nightstand glowed 10:17 PM, the red digits mocking her impatience as she lay sprawled on the bed, sheets tangled around her naked legs.
• The bath's warmth had faded, leaving her skin chilled except where anticipation burned hottest—between her thighs, where her pussy still pulsed from the phone-fueled orgasms.
• She'd dried off hastily, not bothering with clothes, just a thin robe loosely tied that gaped open at her perky breasts.