Sophia Hamilton had originally planned to go home, but after that wild storm she had no strength left at all. Evander Lancaster was holding her in the bathtub, her arms and legs completely limp.
Half-dazed, she leaned against Evander's shoulder, secretly annoyed in her heart. She clearly hadn't wanted it, and yet once again… she'd been seduced and screwed by him.
Some things just can't be explained with normal logic. Obviously he was the one doing all the work, pounding away for over an hour, but after all that effort, not only did he show no sign of fatigue, he even looked more energized than before.
One arm wrapped loosely around Sophia's lower belly, the other absentmindedly helping her wash up. His warm lips would now and then fall by her ear for a light kiss, and in a soft voice he asked, "Tired?"
"You're so bad," the utterly exhausted woman couldn't even be bothered to lift her eyelids. She leaned on Evander's shoulder, eyes closed, and grumbled.
