Ninety-Five

Dexter rubbed his hands over Anelia’s smooth skin, his fingers caressing and tracing every curve on the surface of her skin with slow deliberateness. They lay together, skin to skin and to say he was content would be putting it lightly.

To think that he had actually entertained the possibility of staying away from her and concoct some plan to seduce and sexually frustrate her until she surrendered. The idea alone now seemed to have been doomed to fail from the very beginning. The plan had come biting him back—it certainly had been the longest week he had ever had to endure. And he wasn’t one to wait around, especially when he had been occasionally living right across the road from her.

The issue with his latest acquired addition to his list of properties caused a ball of unease to gather in his stomach. It had to be the most impromptu decision he had ever done in his entire existence, and he hardly ever jumped into a decision without much assessment and evaluation. To say it was unl