Holly Winslow: "..."
What followed were ten long kisses, leaving her lips feeling numb.
Damn Mortimer Quincy had multiplied it by ten.
She pounded his chest. "Quincy the Puppy, you're a cunning businessman."
Hearing the two words "cunning businessman," Mortimer felt it was necessary to live up to the title. In the blink of an eye, he had her pinned on the bed. "Cunning businessman? Hubby is about to satisfy his wifey."
...
Mortimer stayed for three days. Aside from the time Holly spent in class, the two of them basically stayed in the hotel.
There was no need to find it strange; it had been the same in their past life.
By now, it wasn't just Holly's back that ached—her whole body was sore. Stricken with a guilty conscience, that scoundrel Mortimer booked her hotel room for another half-month before he left and stocked it with a huge pile of snacks and fruit.
