By the time Victor Morgan let her go, tears were already welling in the corners of Jessie Sterling's eyes.
Her face was flushed, and her breathing was ragged.
As for her misty-blue pajamas, they were completely wrinkled.
She was still sitting on the bed, not quite back to her senses, when she heard the sound of Victor heading to the bathroom for a shower.
At a time like this, she didn't need an explanation from Victor. She knew that when he'd gotten up earlier, it wasn't because he wanted to sleep in a separate bed.
Jessie let out a little whimper and burrowed back into the warm blankets.
'I should cool down,' she thought. But the bedding was saturated with Victor's scent. With every breath, she had the illusion that the man was still holding her on his lap, kissing her forcefully.
When Victor emerged from the bathroom, Jessie instantly became very well-behaved.
But because Victor's body was so warm, she unconsciously rolled into his arms in her sleep.
