CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Winter turned over in her bed, restless. Her dreams were filled with ecstasy: the feel of Satchel’s hands on her body, his sweet kisses, the way his long, thick c**k thrust in exquisite rhythm inside her; the feel of her thighs being pressed apart by the weight of his strong legs, his fingers splayed across the curve of her belly as they made love; his tongue caressing hers, then sweeping down her body and lashing around her c**t until she was helpless, begging for release.
Winter opened her eyes and shivered. Two days. Two days ago, they had returned to New Orleans, and she had to say goodbye to Satchel, not knowing when she would be in his arms again. Tearing herself away from him had been a torment, but they both knew it was for the best… for now.
Still, as she cr
