Olivia's POV
I lay in Christopher's ridiculously comfortable bed, my body tingling from our latest round. The silk sheets felt heavenly against my naked skin, and his warmth radiated next to me like a personal space heater.
"Your bed is unfair," I mumbled into the pillow. "It's like lying on a cloud made of angel feathers or something."
"Only the best for daddy's girl."
I turned my head to face him. "You're so full of yourself."
His hand traced lazy patterns down my spine. "You weren't complaining about that a few minutes ago. In fact, I distinctly remember you begging for more."
"Shut up."
"Make me." His fingers dipped lower, making me squirm.
"Don't start something you can't finish." I attempted to be firm but couldn't manage it when his caress made me tremble.
"Who says I can't finish it? I have excellent stamina."
"You're insatiable."