Chapter 11
The soft body in Sloan’s arms grew slack with sleep. His boys had worn his girl out.
No, not his girl. He glanced at Max who’d bumped his arm while stroking Oriana’s hair.
“You’re a lucky man, Perron.” The edge of his lip curved in a tense half-smile. “I’ve never met a woman like her. I mean—we’ve shared before, and it was fun, but this was . . .”
“Intense.” Max nodded slowly and wound a slick, bronze strand around his finger. He let it slip away and sighed. “Oriana gives without restraint. She’s been that way as long as I’ve known her—which is why Paul was no good for her. He never made her feel good about herself. He never loved her.”
Like you do.
She felt so right in his arms—he had to put her down. It would be really bad if he started getting all confused about his own
