Chapter 22

Damn it. Even after laying her down with his own two hands, Theodore still couldn’t believe Daphne was lying in his bed. Maybe he was still dreaming. …Of course not. He didn’t have the imagination to dream of a body this beautiful without witnessing it with his own two eyes. He didn’t know what to say. The head of his cock was aching, pressed hard against the flesh between her thighs, desperate to burrow its way past the slick, wet underwear clinging to her sex.