As soon as the light of dawn slips through the crack in Juniper's curtains, I start waking her up the best way I know how: morning s*x. God, I love how tall she is. She fits right up against me, so solid. I slide into her from behind, lying on our sides, where I can kiss her neck and suck on her ear lobe until she practically purrs. Once we've used the last of the condoms, I tell her to get cleaned up and put on her workout clothes.
“I don't really feel like going to the gym right now, Ty," she says, but I roll her out of bed. I need to make a call, and I need her out of the room if I'm going to surprise her.
While Juniper gets herself ready in the bathroom, I call up the number listed on the website for the St. Louis rowing club. I swing my celebrity status around again and offer them
