Chapter 321: Who Needs Fireworks?

Angela couldn't believe she orgasmed within just a couple of minutes. That tongue and mouth of his were magical. Every flick, every flutter, every sucking sent her to heaven—or hell. She didn't care wherever it was. She was too busy riding out the aftershocks with his fingers and tongue still worshiping her.

She completely forgot she was in a foreign place. The room was dark and only a faint glow coming through the tall window to her left was their source of light. But she didn't care about it all. All she cared about was the man before her who just came up from between her legs. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and smiled at her, seemingly proud of what he did to her a minute ago.

Gael stroked her shaky legs, helping her as she tried to sit up—albeit a little wobbly. His eyes caught sight of her feet and saw that her heels were still on. "God. You look so sexy in those heels."