“Promise me one thing,” Erica said after a few minutes of silence.
“What’s that?
“That we don’t do that every night,” Erica giggled, kissing my chest. “I don’t think I could survive that every night.”
“Deal,” I chuckled. “How about tomorrow night? I make love to you instead.”
“Or in the morning,” Erica said, kissing me softly on the lips.
“Whatever you want.”
End Book 1
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