Imagine getting fucked at a gala for your first time.
That was the first thing Nikki thought as she noticed she woke up back on her bed in his home.
Did she really pass out to the point of not knowing when they left the gala and arrived back at home?
The second thing she noticed was that she was alone.
Nikki stretched like a cat, her hand instinctively reaching across the massive bed. The sheets were cool to the touch. The indentation where a heavy, broad body should have been was already smoothing out.
Which meant he did stay in with her before leaving.
"Of course," Nikki mumbled, her voice raspy with sleep. "World domination doesn't sleep in."
She rolled onto her back, staring at the ceiling.
Then, the memories hit her, and her face flushed red, burning hot. The feeling of being completely, utterly filled by him.
"Ahhh!" Nikki squealed.
