The Windfalls of Love (Roxanne and Harrison) novel Chapter 337

Roxanne discovered that Harrison possessed a stamina that was nothing short of impressive.

All the way he carried her up the stairs from the dining room, through the walk-in closet, and into the bathroom, he had held her against his hips without so much as a huff, and his strength seemed to even grow with each step.

Considering last night's passionate encounter, Harrison was keen not to hurt her again. After all, it had been four long years since they'd been intimate.

His foreplay that evening was even more extensive than the night before. While the bath was filling, he kissed her continuously, pressing his feather-light lips against her soft, creamy skin.

It took a good fifteen minutes for the tub to fill, and for those fifteen minutes, Roxanne was lost in his kisses. Perhaps due to the warm water or the electricity of his touch, her body was supple and yielding like water.

"Still nervous?" he asked gently.

"A little," she admitted.

Four years was a long time.

Without a man's touch, a woman could easily become parched.

In the water, she clung to his shoulders as he lifted her out and placed her back onto his hips. "Then let's take it slow today."

Holding her waist, he nuzzled her pale neck, and kissed along her collarbone and down the valley of her breasts.

When the foreplay finally ended, the surface of the bathwater shimmered under the lights, with waves rippling outwards. Like the waves, the passion between them grew more tumultuous with time and refused to settle.

The warm water continued pouring from the faucets, just as Harrison's energy seemed to flow without end. A man starved for four years was like a wolf that could never be fully sated.

When the waters finally calmed, Roxanne had barely had a moment's rest before he was upon her again.

They paused only once, and continued until the wee hours of the morning.

In the children's room.

Little Angela, who had skipped dinner, dreamed that she was gnawing on barbecued ribs. The ribs were from a piglet which her Grandpa had slaughtered. It was sizzling over charcoal, seasoned with cumin and chili powder, and dripping with succulent fat.

She was so eager to take a bite.

When Grandpa handed her a rib and she bit it down, Angela suddenly awoke to find herself in an unfamiliar room, and she was utterly confused.

Wasn't she just eating ribs with Grandpa?

Why was she now in a strange house, shrouded in darkness?

As she stirred, the night light flicked on, guiding her as she toddled out of bed.

She wasn't at Grandpa's country house, nor was she in Harrison's villa in Grandeur Meadows; this was a place she'd never been before.

Feeling scared and alone, she followed a strange noise, pushed open a door, only to see her mother's picture on the wall.

Pushing open another door, she found her parents' clothes.

And as she opened yet another door, the noises grew louder.

Harrison and Roxanne, too engrossed in each other, didn't notice their little girl's arrival.

Angela, with her bare feet patting on the damp floor, saw her parents in the tub, both naked.

"Mommy, Daddy, what game are you playing?" Her innocent, curious voice halted Harrison's movements.

Roxanne, gripping the edge of the tub with her feet, slid down into the water, with her back tensing.

Angela approached, "Can I play the game with you?"