Emily woke to the gentle light of dawn spilling across her face from the cracks in her blinds. The spicy sweet smell of her mate surrounded her with the weight of his arm draped over her belly. She was still dressed in her borrowed clothes and had an urgent need to use the restroom. She tried to wiggle out from under his arm without waking him, but he pulled her back into him. She squeaked in protest as he buried his face in her hair, then gasped when her rump pressed against something hard that fit snugly between her twin globes.
"Good morning beautiful," he mumbled into her hair, and his sleep-roughened voice sent a thrill straight to her core.
"Uh, good morning. Can I get up, please?" she asked in a small voice, the urgency of her bladder overriding any pleasure.
"Yeah," he said, his
