The bed still smelled like him-warm leather, cedar, and that dark musk that made my thighs clench every time I breathed it in. I rolled over, pressed my face into the pillow he had slept on, and inhaled deep. My body ached in the best way: sore between my legs, lips swollen from his kisses, nipples tender from his teeth. I could still feel the stretch of him inside me, the way he had pinned my wrists above my head and teased me slow and deep until I begged. Until I came so hard my vision whited out.

I missed him already.

The notification lit my phone screen: **+1000 €...