He just pulled her to her feet, his hand wrapped around hers, and led her up the stairs. She followed him, her legs weak and shaky, her body still humming with the aftershocks of her orgasms. The upstairs hallway was dark, but she could see the light spilling from an open doorway at the end of the hall. The master bedroom.

He pulled her inside, and her breath caught in her throat. The room was large and airy, dominated by a king-sized bed with a pristine white duvet. It was a room that ...