Phoebe's POV
Harold swept me back to the bedroom, where I pulled out every seductive trick I knew to entangle him completely. We finally collapsed into a peaceful, exhausted night together.
The next morning, I stirred awake to find the clock showing well past nine.
I lay there for several minutes, willing strength back into my boneless limbs.
"Awake, beautiful?" Harold's voice came from the doorway. He strode over with that infuriating smile and scooped me up from where I sat, settling me across his lap. "Back aching? Legs like jelly?"
I shot him a withering look. Did he really need to ask? "Take a wild guess."
Of course everything hurt. Of course I felt like I'd been thoroughly claimed.
His hands found the knots in my spine, working them with surprising gentleness. "Don't pout. I had the kitchen make your favorite - seafood shrimp."
"You think one meal erases how insatiable you were last night?" I melted despite myself, letting him work the soreness from my muscles.
