Blair’s stood in front of the bathroom mirror watching Roman shave. She knew by that afternoon he would have a noticeable 3 o’clock shadow. She had loved the feel of his stubbled chin as he had kissed her breasts. Her breasts bore a delicate trace of a faint beard burn. Surprisingly, it didn’t cause her any pain. When she first noticed the marks on her body, a wave of pleasurable memories rushed through her, causing her cheeks to blush. Even now, heat flooded her body.

As if sensing her ...