8
HANNAH
The next time I woke up, Cole was sitting at my side, a steaming mug of coffee in his hand and a cocky smile on his face. He wore a pair of loose track pants and nothing else. The view was very appealing. “Morning, darlin’.”
I scrambled to sit up, nearly knocking over the mug he held out to me as I tugged at the sheet to cover myself. I mumbled my thanks, my cheeks as hot as the coffee.
His grin grew wider. “You were in an awful hurry to get out of here earlier this morning. You work the lunch shift today?”
I shook my head. “Not until dinner.”
His mention of what he’d done earlier had me looking anywhere but at him. Having my p***y licked by a relative stranger first thing in the morning wasn’t exactly an everyday occurrence in my life. Actually, that had been the only occur
