Chapter Eleven
I brought my hands to my face, tried to rub away my disorientation, looked around the room again. Midge was snoozing beside me, and there was no sign of Del.
Last night had been real, hadn’t it? I brought a hand between my legs, feeling tentatively, and a pleasant soreness bloomed. No, I hadn’t dreamed it all up.
“Hey there,” I murmured to Midge, playing with the black silk of her fur. “Well, what do you think about all of that?” She c****d an ear at me and rolled over for belly rubs. Any lingering scent of sin on me wasn’t too interesting, I guess.
I daydreamed through my morning routine, memories of the night before never far away. No denying that a night of good—great—fantastic—s*x had me feeling satiated as a cat with a bellyful of warm milk.
Joanna was all pinks an
