Chapter 89 Lovers

• Three hours later, Miles has satisfied me in almost every way a man can satisfy a woman. All of my bones are liquid, I don’t think I could find the strength to move from my spot on this bed if a fire broke out right next to me.
• Miles, however, already seems ready for another round, his vitriol unmatched.
• He’s spooning behind me, his hand on my waist, tracing nonsense shapes across my skin. Slowly, those fingers are wandering northwards, teasing the undersides of my breasts.