Katy's Point of View
Mark is wrapped around me like ivy the next morning, his head on my breast, his arm around my waist, and his leg between mine, and he's on my side of the bed. This is how he always ends up, curled around me, making me hot and needy. My anxiety fades as I stroke his short hair. His sleeping eyes catch me as he stirs. As he awakens, he blinks a few times. "Hello," he murmurs, smiling.
"Hi." I love waking up to that smile.
He snuggles my breasts and hums gratefully low in his throat. His hand moves down from my waist, brushing across the chilly satin of my nightgown. "What a delicious treat you are," he mutters as he begins to grasp my breast. "But, seductive as you are, and you have no idea how much I desire you now," he says as he glances at the alarm clock, "we have
