I barely slept.

Every time I closed my eyes I felt Noah’s tongue again, the stretch of his cock, the way he flooded me on the kitchen counter. By 6:40 a.m. I was already soaked, thighs sticky, nipples hard against the thin sheet.

I didn’t wait for him to come find me.

I walked straight into his room, naked. He was still in bed, one arm behind his head, the sheet tented hard over his cock. The second he saw me he sat up.

“Couldn’t wait until breakfast?” he asked, voice low and rough with sleep.

I climbed onto the bed and straddled his thighs. “No.”

Noah’s hands went straight...