Leona Grant slowly slid down until he was in front of her.
He pressed his forehead to hers, his hands wandering restlessly over her body. The corners of his lips curved into a wicked smile. "I can get even wilder," he said mischievously. "Want to try?"
As he spoke, his hand slipped deftly under her nightgown.
Annabelle Linton looked down at the nightgown she was wearing, feeling a little confused.
'When did I put on clothes?'
The truth was, she had been so exhausted last night that she'd passed out. Leona Grant had carried her to the bath, washed her, and changed her into a clean nightgown.
Before Annabelle Linton could even process what was happening, Leona Grant lifted her gown and slid inside her.
Just as Annabelle Linton was about to say something, he silenced her with a kiss.
...
They stayed tangled together like that until the afternoon.
