Riley's POV

Someone was pounding on my door at seven in the fucking morning.

"Riley! Get your ass up! You're with me today!"

Owen.

I dragged myself out of bed, my thighs still sticky from last night. I'd come three times thinking about them, their fingers buried in my pussy, imagining it was their cocks instead.

I opened the door in my sleep shirt—thin white cotton that barely covered my ass. No bra. No panties.

Owen's eyes dropped immediately to my tits. My nipples were hard, visible through the fabric.

"Fuck," he breathed. "You trying to kill me?"

"Give me five minutes."

"Take your time. I'm enjoying the view." His...