The next morning I was deliciously sore and tingly all over. I stretched in bed, the sheet brushing over the sensitive skin on my stomach and thighs. Graham didn’t leave one inch unexplored, tasted, or thoroughly loved.
He was impressive.
Graham left early in the morning, but not before another two rounds of spectacular s*x. With a smile I couldn’t shake, I took a hot shower to ease the aches in my body. Since I was meeting Mayor Ramsey at nine, I decided to keep SkinnyCakes closed until after the meeting was over. It didn’t make sense to be open for forty-five minutes and then rush to my meeting.
I packed up a box of treats, smiling when I remembered the way Graham turned my body into his personal buffet and sampled everything we made off my skin. Cherry fudge on my right breast, s’mor
