WREN

I WOKE up slowly to find myself wrapped in Bane. He had one arm over my chest and his leg over my thigh. I was too hot—uncomfortably so—but I let out a content sigh. I shouldn’t get used to this. I shouldn’t want to be here, but he made me feel safe, and that was something I’d been chasing for most of my adolescent and adult life.

After our shower last night, he put me to bed, then spent an hour going down on me. It was heaven and torture wrapped up in one. The man knew how to pleasure a woman, giving me multiple orgasms, ones that chased...