Emily Harper
After two rounds of great s*x, I thought that I would be dead-tired. To my surprise, I wasn't though. I felt as if I could still run a mile in stilettos.
Rye grunted as he turned on the bed, and now, his back was unto me. He was naked, sleeping, and I was treated to the sight of his wide and muscular back. Stirring a little, he lay on his back, eyes still closed.
His body was so at ease. It was as if he did not have a care in the world, He looked completely at peace, his mouth half-open, his hands hanging loosely by his sides. I was not surprised that he fell asleep so easily since he was probably mired in a lot of stress. The idea of him being weighed down by work made me stop my train of thought. I could feel my heart brighten that I was able to provide him a retreat, a
