Cameron Richards
Her hair covered her face as she slept soundly, her body visibly tense from last night's love marathon. She was insatiable. She would return for more, round after round, a few hours later.
I flew us to Paris for the week. After what she encountered a few weeks back, I needed to make up for it. I shouldn't have let her get on that jet alone; it was my fault for not protecting her. It could have been worse; he could have done much more damage. I don't even want to think about it.
Truth was I was hoping to get the marriage terms out of the contract between me and my mother before I asked her to marry me. I was blinded by selfishness; the urge to make her mine before anything else drove us apart.
I tensed at the sensitivity of my groins as I made my way to the kitchen. I w
