Jonathan Miller...
I looked around the richly furnished dining room of the cabin suite, an ornate echo of its grander past.
"So, this is your idea of breakfast?" Felicity’s bright smile lit up the f*****g room.
What the hell had she done to me? I was crazy over her; I was practically her lapdog. "Well, after you insatiable men ravished me all night, I’m starved," she said with a wink.
"I’m ready for the whole ‘treat me like a princess’ thing."
Oh, I could do that. I slipped my hand into hers and leaned over, kissing her. My whole body still hummed from the hours of our lovemaking. I can’t fool myself. It hadn’t been simple f*****g. Or even mere s*x. We’d made love to her. I hadn’t even understood what the phrase meant until last night.
"Then that’s what you’ll get." I nodded toward t
