Obviously, I was going to have to allot time in my morning routine for sex, otherwise I’d always be scrambling. I had an hour and a half before I had to be at work, which was cutting it a little too close for comfort. My hair was still damp from a shower, and the towel wrapped around me was my only article of clothing. The pulsing energy of the city fueled international business bloodlines and drew people from all over the world.Īnd the embodiment of all that vibrancy, driving ambition, and world-renowned power had just screwed me to two toe-curlingly awesome orgasms.Īs I padded over to his massive walk-in closet, I glanced at Gideon Cross’s sex-rumpled bed and shivered with remembered pleasure. Oddities coexisted with priceless rarities. Conservatives rubbed shoulders with bohemians. The city was a microcosm of new world opportunities and old world traditions. I loved New York with the kind of mad passion I reserved for only one other thing in my life.
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