Daniella ran her tongue over her lips, the taste of herself still fresh in her memory. Her eyes were dark with lust, her body trembling with pleasure and anticipation. Her thighs marked by his hands, her breasts sweaty, her center still dripping with the warm mixture of the two of them.

"Lie down. Now," she ordered, a mischievous smile curving the corner of her mouth.

Samuel obeyed without argument, as if he had been waiting for this from the first touch. He ...