Chapter 26
HEATH
Sunday night
Two days before Christmas
“Holy hell, woman. Haven’t you had enough yet?”
Violet grins up at me, flashing a smile beneath a wave of ginger-hued hair. The glint in her eye is mischievous, her face full of wickedness and when she presses a kiss between the sheets, between my hips, it is enough to make me grab her and start all over again.
Not that we haven’t done so all Friday night. Or all Saturday afternoon and evening.
Sunday morning’s weather forecast is almost as bad as the prior two days and on the tail end of our snowed-in weekend in my penthouse, I am nearly spent.
Cell phone towers have been knocked down. Service is terrible. Sequestered in our love nest, we’ve fed on everything in my fridge and f****d. Fed some more and f****d again.
My body i
