Blissful Mornings

DARIUS POV

Darius couldn't focus on the files in front of him because his mind was flooded with vivid visions of Brielle in various sex positions, naked on the piano legs wide open for him as he pounded her to stupor.

He'd never had a sexual encounter as satisfying as last night, and the only thing he could say now was that sex with Brielle just got better every fucking time.

He couldn't believe she was the same lady who had enraged him on their first night together. How terrified she had been, and how uneasy she had made everyone.

He could still remember how angry and dissatisfied he’d been with her, and how he had thrown her out of the room in rage. But now, he wouldn’t dare do that.

Now, he wanted her in his space every freaking minute, and even as he sat in his chair, he envisioned her facing him from across the round table, seated atop it, lovely green eyes peering down at him, as she led his lips to her most delicate folds.

The same delicate folds he’d lavished with attention la