CHAPTER Seven

  Amanda

  I stayed on the bed, trying to remember how to do something as simple as breathing. I still had my plan, but my brain was nothing but fog. I was sore, aching in spots I never knew I had, and on top of that, the vibrator stuck inside of me, and the ones attached to my nipples still merrily buzzed along.

  Zale peeled away from me first, going to the restroom and running the water inside. Bo stroked my hair in soft long pets. "You did a good job," he praised. "Tell me, Amanda, did you come enough? Or do you need more right now? Nothing is hotter than a woman dripping wet."