The morning after the toy room left me deliciously sore in all the right places. Every time I moved, I felt the faint ache between my thighs and the light marks on my wrists from the silk ties. Instead of feeling overwhelmed, it made me feel claimed and wanted. That feeling only made me more determined to keep closing the distance between us.
Damien was in the kitchen when I came downstairs, wearing only gray sweatpants, making coffee. The sight of his bare back and the way his muscles shifted as he reached for mugs still made my stomach flutter.
He turned when he heard me and gave me a slow look over. “Morning, baby. You look well-fucked.”
I laughed, cheeks warming as I walked over and wrapped my arms around his waist from behind. “That’s because I was.”
He set the mug down and turned
