Real life put my sexual fantasies to shame. Kissing Paige, fucking her, hearing her moan my name - it was enough to drive me mad. And I couldn't get enough. Lucky for me, neither could she.

Once against the wall while the lightning outside flashed shadows across her golden honey skin. Once on the couch. But hey, who's counting?

It was so damn incredible with her. I didn't think I could pinpoint exactly why, but the sex on the couch was especially mind-blowing. Maybe ...