Chapter Twelve
Frost smiled as he slowly became aware of his surroundings. Mid-morning light filtered through the closed curtains of Lacey’s bedroom. He was lying on his side with his back to her. She was curled around him, spooning him with her hand wrapped possessively around his c**k.
They had made love three more times during the night. Once in the shower, once in the kitchen, and again in the bed before finally falling into an exhausted sleep as the sun first started its early morning journey over the horizon.
He still didn’t know how Lacey did the things she did, but he had to admit he enjoyed the benefits of it. She had raised her head, glared at the offending light and with a snap of her fingers the curtains had closed, blocking the sun. She had promptly fallen back asleep with
