I woke to the feel of his mouth on my breast and the low hum of the train’s emergency heating.

The compartment was still dark. Snow continued to press against the window in a thick white silence. 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.

“Conductor came by twenty minutes ago,” he muttered. “Line’s still blocked. No movement until at least noon.”

He...