Celia sat bolt upright in bed. Beside her, Riley was still fast asleep, having tired himself out with the nightÕs activities. After jumping her at the door, heÕd dragged her upstairs to their bed, and they hadnÕt come down for hours. After dinner, when they had the house to themselves, sheÕd found herself spread out on the dinner table among the dishes and uneaten food.

She could still feel the imprint of the fork that had dug into her ass while Riley had been pounding ...