Chapter 90

The next day. Jayson grumbled and moved his head to stare out the window at the rising sun. In the small living room, he was sprawled on his back on the thick carpet in front of the fireplace. The majority of the candles had burned out, and a few were completely out. He inhaled the aroma of lavender and sex that hung heavily in the air. It was a powerful scent, and his body wanted her more although he'd been making love to her all night.

Jessa lay draped over his body, her breasts across his thighs, her lips against his shaft, her hands cupping his balls. Every breath she drew, every time she exhaled, he felt it against his softened shaft. His shaft jerked and pulsed in time to her breathing, but Jayson lay limp and drained, basking in the aftermath of the best sex he’d ever had. If he’d had anything at all left in him, he would have been all over her, but he couldn’t move. He could only lie there feeling absolute satisfaction. Pure contentment.

He wanted to wake up ever