Mariella woke up naked, curled into Paul's side, feeling completely boneless and utterly satisfied. The black satin sheets of the penthouse master suite were tangled around them, and the Manila skyline was blazing with the clear Tuesday morning sun. After their heated session at the couch last night, he picked her up and transferred them to the master bedroom upstairs.
It was graduation day. Paul’s day.
She kissed his shoulder, inhaling the scent of their shared passion. Paul stirred instantly, his hand closing possessively around her waist.
“Morning,” he murmured, his voice husky from sleep.
“Good morning, Mr. Graduating Lawyer,” she replied, grinning.
The ease between them now, the way he looked at her, the instant physical connection, was dangerously comfortable. They knew each oth
