EIGHTEEN
Raid was downstairs when she woke up. At least, he wasn’t upstairs, she knew that for sure.
Shea stretched and took herself into the bathroom to get ready for the day.
She’d been asleep when he returned to the house in the middle of the night. He didn’t wake her up to kick her out. No, he’d woken her with a kiss and scooped her body beneath his. She’d been happy to welcome his kisses, his caresses, and his d**k into her p***y.
They didn’t talk. When they were spent, he’d rolled over and gone to sleep. She’d been so sated and pleased that he hadn’t asked her to leave, that it was possible she’d had the best night’s sleep of her life.
The Laird did like to leave her with more questions than answers though and the light of day brought back her pondering. All the possessions she’
