Seventy seven

The moment Emma opened her eyes in the morning and everything came rushing back, shock was an understatement to find herself where she was.

She was in Rowan’s bed, naked; she only discovered that when she rolled aside and noticed they were both naked, his bare muscles back by her side.

That was when she began to recall what happened yesterday.

From her initiating the kiss and then coming back to Rowan’s room, they had mind-blowing sex that Emma couldn’t just forget against the multiple orgasms Rowan gave her in just one night.

Now she was awake, recalling how dirty she sounded last night and the fact that she had slept over. The nanny was supposed to leave, and now her son Ryan is here. "Oh my god,” she mouthed out as she rolled out of bed.

They were supposed to be leaving in a few hours, and she had to hurry, picking up her things. She couldn’t find her dress, so she opted for a huge hoodie she found, and she quickly slipped out the door, praying she wouldn’t give herself away and wak