Chapter 16
“George Madsen?”
He came back from that dreamy place that Stephie could always take him. He knew she hated the nickname, but he’d always thought of her that way. She’d become tolerant of his usage and now it was a pet name just between them. He liked the feel of that.
“Geor-rge,” she ground her hips against him in a leisurely circle; just enough to ensure that sleep was going to completely elude him a while longer tonight. That, and she always kept the lights on when they made love. Her bedroom was as elegant as she was, all feminine and cozy and soft.
“Yeah, babe?” He cracked open one eye and looked up at her.
She licked her upper lip clear of a thin sheen of sweat. She had a magnificent face that glowed in the aftermath of what they’d just done to each other. Her glorious
