His Rage

Eve cuddled with her lover in a presidential suite, her head pressed against Richard's muscular back. He was her new lover, and she had actually fallen in love with him the moment she laid eyes on him. The room reeked of sex, and their naked bodies were a testament to what had transpired. Eve's phone rang, disrupting the silent intimacy they were enjoying.

"Do you want to answer it?" Richard's soft, gentle voice came from above her. Eve shook her head against his chest, her tone a bit muffled. "It's probably my daughter."

"Oh..."

Eve raised her head from his embrace, her brown eyes lovingly gazing into his for seconds. Then she leaned forward and kissed his jaw teasingly before delving back into his solid, warm chest. "When I have your daughter, I will definitely put her first."