ASTRID'S POV
I laid my head on his chest, my fingers drawing lazy circles on his chest as I fought to keep my eyes open after the sweet pleasure he had just given me. We were fully dressed as he caressed my head with his hands. J could still feel the tell-tale feeling of his pleasure as my bare thighs rubbed against the wetness between my thighs. Even though I was fully dressed, I was not wearing my undies.
"Astrid," he called to me gently, his voice as soft as warm milk, and I looked up at him.
"Yeah?" I answered, straining my eyes to look into his.
"When the contract is almost coming to an end," he started, and I sat up from his chest. His hands were still in my hair and he did not stop caressing me. He played with the little hair that dangled at the end of my back. Stared down
