Cal’s strength as he simply lifted Natalya aside knocked her speechless. She wasn’t overweight, but she wasn’t a size zero model either, yet he’d picked her up as easily as a tray of bread. She wasn’t ready to be done with him and was about to protest until Cal began running his hands over her as if he were a bow to her fiddle—which was still playing in the background. It was a long playlist; she’d never been one to wake up quickly.
Then Cal drove his fingers deep into her hair and began massaging her scalp. Absolute heaven. She buried her face in the pillow and gave herself up to the experience.
She could feel her whole body tingling in anticipation when it became clear he wasn’t going to stop there.
Her shoulder muscles gave way beneath the onslaught of his baker’s hands. During s*x s
