“Fuck.”

Monroe panted as he rolled off me and pulled me to his chest.

“I know.” I giggled.

“Round two?” He asked with a wide grin.

“No!” I yelled abruptly.

“Why not?”

I pulled out of his arms and jumped up, wincing because of how sore I was down there. “You’re huge! That’s why! I’m sore as hell and I'm going to take a hot bath.”

“I’ll join.” He smirked and got up.

I narrowed my eyes at him and walked into the bathroom. Arms wrapped around my bare waist and pulled me against a very, very familiar fleshy chest.

His hand slowly caressed my waist and found its way...