30
“I don’t want to get up and get dressed.” Anneliese suppressed a smile as she saw desire sparkle in Hugh’s gleaming eyes as he looked at her breasts and their perky tips. But her lips twisted as a small frown appeared between his eyebrows since the sheet over her lower body interrupted his sightseeing.
“You’re a very beautiful woman.”
“You think I’m beautiful?” She arched her torso, in a seductive and wantonly inviting pose. She liked to display herself for his enjoyment—and hers, too.
Since their first meeting, several years ago, she’d never considered being coy or modest with him, though she was not as provocative as she was now. Maybe because she knew he was the man for her. Even then, she had dreamed about this languishing aftermath of their love making which left her content an
