Waking up I feel something heavy around my midsection. Glancing down I see a toned, tanned hairy arm and I instinctively smile. My whole body is still buzzing from last night and I realise I need to crack a window open because the room smells like two people spent hours having s*x, which is accurate. It’s not very professional of me to get into bed with the enemy but I don’t regret it. That man is as skilled at giving pleasure as I am at giving pain. He can be gentle, and he can be rough and when he mixes the two? Oh, baby.
Not wanting to wake him, I carefully slide out from under his arm and make my way to the bathroom and get in the shower. I’m halfway done, having just finished with my hair when I hear the shower door open and arms snake around my waist making me smirk.
“Thought you
