#Chapter 147: Sneak Around

Ava I blinked slowly as warm sunlight filtered through the lace curtains, stirring me from a deep sleep. As I stretched languidly, I started to become aware of two things: an aching, yet delicious, soreness permeating my muscles, and a hot flush across my cheeks. There was no stopping the way that my lips curved into a smile as the memories came flooding back. Chris’s hands roaming over my bare skin, our limbs tangling together beneath the rumpled sheets, our shared gasps and groans filling the air… After making love in the office, Chris had carried me to his Packhouse apartment. There, we had made love again and again, drinking wine and reveling together well into the early hours of the morning and well after the festivities in the square died down. Even then, after all that, I still felt greedy for him—as if the few weeks we had spent apart had been an eternity. I couldn’t help but sigh contentedly as I rolled onto my back, my hand fluttering beneath the blank