Eight Months Later...
“GOOD MORNING Mrs. Renoir.” Clarissa felt rough skin scratching her cheek and neck then suddenly she felt hot lips against her neck, down her collar bone and finally settling on the n****e of her left breast. She squealed and snapped her eyes open.
Nicholas' head rose up and he looked at her with a lazy and sexy smile appearing on his beautiful lips. “You look thoroughly rested, Mrs. Renoir.”
Clarissa sighed contently and snuggled deeper into the sheets. “With all that excitement yesterday, it would have been a surprise if I didn't sleep like a rock.”
“So, how did you like you surprise this time?” Nicholas went back to taunting and licking her n****e.
Clarissa moaned softly and threaded her fingers in his hair, holding him close to her and not wanting him to leav
