Chapter Seventeen
Ward
The following day, I woke up with Susannah still curled up against me. At some point during the night, I’d slipped out of her. Yet, I could feel the damp heat of her p***y against my hip and my c**k growing hard the moment I became conscious. So I took her again and then had to resist the urge to take her again in the shower. It was safe to say I couldn’t get enough of her.
She made coffee for me and offered to make breakfast, teasing that she needed to make do with tea for now. We were downright domestic. Yet, when I made a vague attempt to talk as she’d originally insisted we needed to do, she dismissed the idea.
If this were any other woman or any other situation, I wouldn’t get frustrated. Yet, everything with Susannah felt loaded. All of it tangled up in the
