Chapter Eleven
Joy smiled as she finished the last paragraph of her story about River’s Bend. She planned to reintroduce the subject to Adam later that day, especially now that the vineyard was expanding into events. Mostly, though, she was giddy about everything else that had happened recently: Adam, s*x, kissing, Adam, s*x. Lots of s*x. Adam had come over every night for the past week, and each time they slept together, it was unlike anything Joy could describe.
The s*x wasn’t hours-long or intense, acrobatic Tantric s*x that you could base a series of e*****a novels off of. It didn’t involve s*x swings (although Joy had joked about getting one) or giant dildos or even anything other than oral and your traditional p***s-v****a s*x in various positions. But being so close to Adam, touch
