Chapter 75

Jake moves off me and flops down on his back, his skin damp with perspiration, much like mine. There’s a subtle smell of male sweat, which only turns me on more, proof of his exertions in the last few hours, erupting in multiple orgasms.

“Told you the second time would be slow.” He grins at me, but I’m too tired to move. I feel like I’ve just run a marathon. My breathing is labored, and my body is tingling and heavy. I could sleep for a week. The clock on the bedside tells me it’s almost 5.00 a.m., and we’ve been awake since we got home just before two.

“We will never get up for work,” I laugh. He’s exhausted me again, despite my long office nap. If I fall asleep now, I won’t get up for hours.

“That’s okay because we’re not going,” he points out, his eyes resting on mine.

“Why?” This slacking off work is becoming a bad habit with him lately; I’m not sure I have such a good effect on him anymore. He rolls toward me and leans onto his arm to look down at me, hi