The next day, Venus woke and promptly snuggled further into the covers, the slight ache in her behind bringing back the delicious pleasure Malcolm had given her the night before. She had no desire to get up and emerge from the cocoon and into reality and so she lay there for a long while, savouring each moment from the night before.
It was like having the most beautiful dream, one she never wanted to awaken from. And then remembering the ritualistic note accompanied by a ridiculously expensive gift that she’d awakened to every single morning since she’d moved in with Malcolm, she eagerly turned, anxious to see what he’d gotten her this time.
She let out a sigh when she saw a single-wrapped box lying next to a note. She’d expected something along the lines of the pot set she’d gotten the
