CHAPTER SIXTY NINE

Bree lay cuddled  to Ryder's body, engulfed in the warmth and hardness that was all him, all masculine.

They'd exhausted themselves pleasuring each other, and contrary to what she'd read in all those sex books she'd got off the counter of the local store, Ryder hadn't gone limp or tired after the first round.

He'd stood proud still, ready to take her to every fucking heights of pleasure and more and in the end, it had been she who'd begged for a break.

Not that he'd argued it, he'd been just as spent as her overly sated body was.

Even as she lay in the circle of his as, her body still tingled, her nipples still sensitive from the work of his lips on them.

Her joints ached from all the position he'd had her in and the lyric 'seven positions in seventy minutes' came to her mind.

Letting out a satiated sigh, she snuggled into the curve of his side that perfectly fit her like a piece of a puzzle, her very naked breast pressed against his wa