He had no clue how long they’d been up in the booth, but it was long enough to make her come four times, twice with his mouth and hands, twice with his cock buried deep inside her. They’d collapsed on the pallet, drinking champagne and devouring the food he’d carried upstairs. Now, replete from sex and food, they lounged together. “This is nice,” he murmured into the quiet of the booth. Music had started playing downstairs right as he brought Kitty to climax the fourth time. And a good thing too, since she hadn’t been able to hold back her scream of pleasure that time. Pride made Monk puff out his chest. He’d made her lose all control. “It is,” she answered without moving her head from his chest. He buried his nose in her hair, inhaling the wonderful, sweet and spicy scent of his mate. “I did good, didn’t I?” She pinched the skin over his ribs. “Don’t be cocky.” “Don’t hate me because I make you scream like a banshee,” he teased, tickling his fingers down the center of her back to reach for and squeeze her ass.
