I woke to the feeling of a hand between my legs.

Sunlight had begun to push through the wide glass, pale and thin. My body ached in deep, thorough places. Julian’s chest was warm against my back. His fingers moved slowly through the mess he had left inside me the night before, two of them pushing in and out with lazy ownership while his thumb brushed my clit. I was already wet again. The realization made my face heat.

“You’re awake,” he said against the back of my neck. His voice was rough from sleep. “Good. I’m not done.”

He didn’t wait for a response. He lifted my thigh, hooked...