Wren
Something is wrong with Trace.
After waking up alone in bed, I searched for him and found him distractedly staring out his living room window. I almost swallowed my tongue when I saw that he was completely naked. I love the way his skin pulls tightly against his broad shoulders, and his firm ass is breathtaking.
I’m about to ask him what’s wrong when my cell phone rings. I look down to see a message from my contractor, Sal. It seems that he needs me to sign some paperwork.
Clearing my throat, I move toward Trace and place my hand on his shoulder. Trace snaps out of his reverie and meets my eyes.
“Hey,” I kiss his stiff lips and mutter, “I just got a call from my contractor. He’s asking me to meet him at the office for some time-sensitive contracts that I need to sign. It won’
