Paper tiger

That evening, in Declan Mansion. 

Shera lay unmoving on Leo's chest, trying to catch her breath from the innumerable orgasms she had gotten since they returned from their walk. Since they did what they did in the dressing room of the lingerie store, they had been unable to keep their hands off each other for a minute. 

The man caressed her forehead with his thumb. His hand snaked around to the back of her neck and he pulled her head down for a kiss. 

"Love, you're so addictive." He nibbled on her lower lip gently. "You're like the strongest kind of drug-one taste and I'm addicted for life." 

"You better go to rehab." She laughed at his sorry excuse of flattery. 

In response, he pulled her onto his chest, so she was plastered against his skin. "Why would I need rehab when I have you for the rest of my life?"