Chapter 80: Throw These Flowers Out
He was sprawled on top of me, chest heaving, breath hot against my skin. For a second, I thought my legs might never work again.
God, how many women had it taken to make him this good? I didn’t even want to know.
He stayed like that for a long moment before rolling off.
"Arthur, could you maybe be faster next time? I feel like I ran a marathon."
I turned my head toward him, my voice dripping with exhaustion. This man had zero sense of mercy in bed. My thighs were jelly, and he looked like he could go another round.
"If I finished in sixty seconds, would that make you happy?"
His tone was pure arrogance, and that crooked smile on his lips screamed confidence.
I bit back a groan. A minute? No thanks. But cutting the session in half wouldn’t kill hi
