In the warm room, the air conditioning was running at full blast. After some gentle passion, everything fell quiet and calm again.

Chantelle lay curled against Andrew's chest, her cheeks flushed as she rested her head on him. Her skin, showing above the covers, was fair and smooth, which seemed delicate to the touch.

Andrew lay on his back with one arm around Chantelle's slender waist, feeling content and at peace.

"Andrew!"

"Yeah?"

"Nothing… I just wanted to say your name."

Andrew gave the cold beauty's perky bottom a playful squeeze.

She winced a little and pouted. "Hey! That hurt!"

Andrew looked down at her and smiled. "Was it good?"

Chantelle turned away. "Go ask Lauren, Francesca, and Aspen… I don't have a say in this!"

Andrew was genuinely exasperated. "Are you getting jealous again?"

Chantelle replied, "I wouldn't call it jealousy, but why are you asking me if it was good? Don't you know?"

Andrew nodded. "Oh? So that means you were very satisfied."