I’m breathless, exhausted, and most definitely satisfied, staring
at the hotel ceiling while Jake channel hops on the
TV aimlessly. He’s sat up with his back against the headboard and a sheet at his waist, a little flushed and most definitely perspiring, showing signs of a lot of exertion
for once. His hair, for the first time ever, looks ruffled because I ran my hands through it crazily when we had crazy sex. It is a good look on him.
“Your stamina seems to be failing you, Mr. Carrero.” I grin at him, lying flat on my back and stretched out in the afterglow of an afternoon of kinkiness. I’m sprawled, luxuriating in how I feel right now. He smirks down at me and tweaks my nose.