I woke up again at the same time as yesterday, but the feeling was entirely different. Instead of an empty bed and a note, I woke up tangled in Eric’s arms. The room was warm, the heavy curtains blocking out the morning rush of Milan. His soft, steady breath against my neck could have easily lured me back to sleep, but my body was already betraying me.
"You are awake?" I heard his voice. It was deep, husky, and vibrating against my skin.
My stomach instantly started churning with need. I could feel myself getting wet again, my body reacting to his presence before my brain could even catch up.
"f**k, you are squeezing," he groaned, his grip on my waist tightening.
It was only then that I realized he was still inside of me. I blushed, recalling what he had whispered into my ear in the mi
