“Oh God,” Amaya breathed in a sigh, her entire body humming and thrumming and sated as she sagged against him, her head lolling against his shoulder.
His barely audible oath had her head jerking up as she spun around to face him. “What’s wrong?”
“This. Here. I—I don't know what to say…” he grumbled.
She frowned at her as Chase gestured around the kitchen before dropping his gaze on her bunched clothing and thong around her knees, shaking his head. “You deserve more than this, Amaya.”
Mustering what little dignity a woman with her knickers around her knees could have, she wriggled back into her thong before jabbing him in the chest.
“Seriously Chase? Don’t you dare apologise for the best s*x I’ve ever had. It was perfect. Better than perfect, it was stupendous.”
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