Colt seems a little more relaxed this morning, and after the pounding he'd given me, I wasn't feeling too shabby myself. He walked around the bed in his unbuttoned jeans and no shirt, his tattoos on full display. His body still makes me weak in the knees and although I felt like Jell-O, I could still go for another round.

"Stop looking at me like that babe, your daughter's going to be up any minute. I don't have time to fuck you again." He leaned over the bed and caged me ...