[Adelaide Knowles]
Once again, I was seated alone in the vast dining room, wheeling my mind back to the present as the taste of cinnamon and sin clouded my mouth, dispelling every taste of the coffee I had so far. The pulsing in between my legs ached loudly, heat ravaging me and the need to feel his body on me grew increasingly needful with each second.
Nomi coughed slightly, drawing my memory to her presence in the dining room all the while Christian drank me in the most punitive yet passionate kiss which left me aching for more.
“How long have you been here?”
“Since the boss asked.”
“When was that?”
She glanced at her wrist and back to my unfinished plate of pancake and waffles which I had absently been stabbing. My eyes cast down on the empty seat set apart by the long mahoga
