I woke to the sound of rain still hitting the roof and the feel of a hard cock pressed against the small of my back.

Harlan’s arm was locked around my waist, his hand cupped over my bare breast like he had held it all night. When he felt me stir he pinched the nipple slowly, rolling it between his fingers until it tightened. His mouth brushed the back of my neck.

“Still raining,” he muttered. “Tow truck texted. Delayed until at least ten.”

His hand left my breast only long enough to push my thigh forward. Then he guided himself between my legs from behind and thrust into the...