I woke to the feel of his mouth on my breast.

The room was still dark except for the thin gray light of early morning pushing through the curtains. Julian’s body was warm against my side, one heavy thigh thrown over both of mine. He sucked my nipple slowly, almost thoughtfully, while his hand stroked between my legs and found me still slick with him from the night before. Two fingers pushed inside without resistance. A low sound of approval vibrated against my skin.

“Desk opens in forty minutes,” he muttered. “I’m using every one of them.”

He curled his fingers and rubbed my clit with his thumb until an...