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Chloe
We make love twice more throughout the night, with Nikolai giving me two orgasms each time, and by morning, I’m so sore I can’t move, yet so satisfied it’s worth it. Of course it’s possible I can’t move because his heavy arm is slung across my ribcage, securing me to him as he sleeps—almost like a child with a teddy bear.
Grinning at the incongruous thought, I carefully wriggle out of his embrace and tiptoe into the adjoining bathroom, where I find a brand-new toothbrush considerately laid out for me. Trying to be as quiet as possible, I brush my teeth and take care of business, then put on a huge, soft robe I find hanging on the door. It’s obviously his, but hopefully, he won’t mind if I wear it long enough to get back to my room.
He did destroy my dress, after all.
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