Accommodate my wishes...
Say the words, Miss Branson...
With a broken gasp, my orgasm tore through me. My back arched off the bed and my whole body shook as I came harder than I had in a long time. I dropped the vibrator and boldly cupped myself, eager to hold on to the release for a little longer as my body continued to convulse, my gasps growing louder as I teased out of the last of my climax.
The descent was slow and languid, my body humming contentedly as I regained my breath.
And then with a groan, I buried my face in the pillow.
Hell.
Gideon Mortimer hadn’t made an appearance yet and he was already more than a pain in my arse. He’d just elevated himself to an ache in my pussy.