Every room held memories now. We'd fucked on Persian rugs worth more than cars, against windows overlooking the city, in the wine cellar surrounded by bottles worth more than college tuition. Madison's bed had seen configurations that would make karma sutra look vanilla.
"Last Tuesday was incredible," Madison continued, voice dropping. "When Isabella was explaining while riding you, and I was sitting on your face..."
"She didn't stop lecturing even when she came," I remembered. "Professional dedication."
"Three times without stopping her explanation. I was impressed." Madison took a sip of wine. "Though my favorite is still the library."
'The library. Floor-to-ceiling books, leather chairs, and a desk that discovered new purposes. Isabella reading formulas aloud while Madison and I tested just how much she could take before losing her place.'
"You two have gotten creative," I noted. "That thing with the silk ties last week?"
