“Come, baby” Egan whispered in her ear for the third time that morning, gripping her waist.

“Egan.” She panted.

“Yes baby.” He pushed deeper inside her, his voice dark and lusty.

“Egan!” She moaned louder, arching against him, her hair flowing on the pillow behind her as she came apart on his thighs.

She did not know before today that her body had the ability to do this consecutively three times in a day, and stronger every time.

She felt him deep inside her as a ...