Chapter Twenty-Two
After the s*x marathon of the previous evening—which had consisted of multiple spectacular shags, lots of other sexy stuff and fortunately no serious or meaningful conversation—Mallory expected to wake up feeling like she’d been steam-rollered, or exhausted at the very least. But, much to her surprise, the reality was quite the opposite. She was buzzed, energised, ready to get out there and nail their target. Maybe the endorphins that had flooded her system as a result of several orgasms still lingered. Whatever it was, she wasn’t about to complain—the more energetic and alert she was, the better.
She turned to nudge Baxter awake, and got a further surprise when she discovered he wasn’t there. Frowning, she reached out and touched the sheets—there was residual warmth,
