Jason demonstrated incredible stamina.
He penetrated me deeply while roughly pinching my erect nipples with his calloused fingertips, until I screamed through my fourth orgasm.
Just when I thought we were finished, he flipped me over and entered me from behind, pounding relentlessly until dawn before reluctantly stopping.
This wild, uninhibited lifestyle continued for a week.
I suddenly realized how absurd this had become.
So I dragged Jason along to a dinner party hosted by some business partners.
When many guests learned Jason's true identity, they flocked over with champagne glasses to chat with him.
I had little interest in their business talks.
I politely excused myself to get some air on the balcony.
Familiar footsteps sounded behind me.
"Olivia, I've given you enough time to cool off. Now it's time for you to come back to me."
I turned to see the dark circles under Bradley's eyes.
I was surprised he'd actually lost sleep over me.
He gripped my wrist tightly: