Katrina Kuznetsov’s POV
After that intense pleasure that we had in our private cabin in the jet, I don’t think I would ever have such an intense wave of orgasm 15 thousand feet off the ground. I loved it but I would not tell Conall about that.
“Oh my god! It was wonderful!” I said as we were going down the road as we were driving by the coast.
“Do you like it, love?” He asked as he pulled my hands on top of his laps. I turned to smile at him. It was so magical that I don’t know why I don’t even come here.
Maybe because you have other engagement, associated with your father, my mind said as I was looking at the beach.
“Katrina?” Conall asked as he squeezed my hands.
“Hmm?” I turned around to look at him. He was concerned about me which I found sweet.
“Are you okay? Don’t you like it
