Chapter Nine
Sara stewed for days over Patrick. There was no way her acute sense of justice and feminine verve could justify the way her lover had betrayed her and her friends to Graham. But there was no renouncing her love for him. When he visited without their meeting in her bedroom, she’d spent nearly all night awake. Her hand gently fondling her puss, she thought of him and how he’d feel next to her, how his warm breath would caress her ear and how they’d awaken in the wee hours of the morning to have s*x again, even when they didn’t think they had the strength.
Though Sara was determined not to give in to Patrick’s impish smile and charming wit the next time he visited, she also felt her will breaking down with every day that passed, and every hour she spent pining over her lo
