I woke up to the feeling of Theo’s mouth on my neck.

Open-mouthed and hungry, teeth scraping just enough to make me shiver. His hand was already between my legs, two fingers sliding through the mess he’d left inside me earlier. I was still sticky, still open, and the second those fingers pushed in I moaned into the pillow.

“Morning again,” he muttered against my skin. His voice was rough from sleep and sex. The same voice that used to live in my headphones. The same voice that now lived inside me.

I rocked back against his hand without thinking. “You’re insatiable.”

“You’re still dripping my cum,” he said, curling...