Chapter Twenty-Two
I woke up on the day of the US Open men’s final with a stonking hard-on. It was a nod to the resilience of that part of the male anatomy, given Marie and I had f****d at every opportunity we could since we’d been in New York City. Since we’d been together, really. And yet my c**k was still ready and raring to go. It seemed I was insatiable.
I thought about the way we’d gone for it yesterday in the playroom at Catfish. Damn, it had probably been a bit excessive the day before a grand slam final but hell, it had been worth it, and I was sure the extra shots of adrenaline a good hard f*****g session gave me was one of the things that would help me win.
Marie was curled up facing my back and had her arm around me. I turned over and started pressing gentle kisses on her fa
