Chapter One
I wake, feeling the warmth of Bailey’s crotch behind me. His sensuous pulse transmits through my ass into my cunt. I turn, kiss his rough face, the night’s growth of beard, and wait for him to open his eyes, which happens slowly. I inspect him, waiting, wondering what he’s been dreaming, if he dreams. Everyone dreams, but does he remember his? I’ve never asked. Three months, I’m still in awe. He wants me with him every night and every morning when he wakes. Few men say these things aloud. Bailey does.
“Mornin’, sugar,” I say sweetly.
He growls a bit, then smiles.
“It’s early, you don’t have to get up yet,” I tell him.
“What’s the time?”
“Time to f**k,” I giggle, and wiggle on him, nuzzling into his side, smelling the rich flavors of his body—the sour, the sweet, the ta
