Chapter 23
The hotel telephone rang, waking me out of a most delicious dream, and I stretched out an arm to catch it up off the bedside table.
“Kill that bloody thing, would you, love?”
I froze. It hadn’t been a dream.
I glanced over my shoulder, and my mouth went dry.
Remy was there in my bed, on his back, the sheet draped over his lower body. One hair-dusted leg dangled over the side of the bed, and an arm was outstretched as if reaching for me. My gaze was drawn to the sight of his gloriously tumescent c**k tenting the sheet, and I shuddered, moistened my lips, and swallowed. I hadn’t had a chance to taste it the night before, but perhaps after I took this call?
Erect n*****s peeked through the dark curls that flared out over his chest, and my fingers twitched to pinch and tease t
