Titus Zane hadn't completely lost his sanity. In the midst of their fervent embrace, he didn't forget to remind her, "Let's go to the bedroom..."
Wesley Foley was still inside, fearful of running into him...
"Okay," Nathan Moore agreed with rare good humor, a gentle word slipping out from his busy lips, "Which one?"
"On the left," she barely uttered the three words when she was lifted into the air again. This time, he directly grasped her buttocks, and her long legs naturally wrapped around his waist as they moved to the bedroom in the most intimate pose.
The kissing on her lips didn't stop.
Before placing Titus Zane on the bed, Nathan swiped his strong arm, clearing the clothes piled there to the floor. As he laid her down, his body covered hers immediately.
His large palm slipped under the hem of her dress, squeezing her buttocks with suppressed force.
The kisses continued, clearly poised for more, but without her invitation, he could only endure.
