Sunlight pierced the room, a blade of gold slicing through half-drawn curtains. It struck Cathleen's eyes, a sharp reminder that dawn had come uninvited. She stirred, consciousness creeping in like an unwelcome guest. Her body ached, a delicious, tender soreness between her thighs. Eyes fluttering open, she expected the hard lines of Xavier beside her—instead, Bella's soft breathing filled the space.

 

"Fuck," she murmured. “There was no way what happened was a dream.” The memory of being fucked hard with a dildo flashed vividly in her mind, Xavier's stern gaze watching her every moan. But how the hell did New York's skyline replace Miami's nocturnal glow?

 

Her heart raced. Need...