Chapter 95

Morning came much too early as far as Sophia was concerned. It wasn't that she hadn't survived many times on very little sleep. But usually it was because she was out chasing clues or criminals. By the time she fell into bed she usually fell into a deep, dreamless sleep and woke at least mildly refreshed. But last night had been a whole lot different. She'd been drained all right, from the most exhausting sex she'd ever had in her life. Whatever energy might have been left in her body was completely wiped away by Clint and his educated tongue and fingers and that last shattering orgasm.

And when she had fallen asleep, her dreams had been anything but restful. Instead they'd been filled with images of Clint Beaudine and herself in every kind of erotic scene imaginable. Standing beneath the shower spray she willed the hot water to pound energy into her sore and aching muscles and rinse the haze from her brain.