When he finally slipped free — along with a rush of warmth that soaked the sheets beneath us — I mourned the loss of fullness immediately.
"I need to shower," I said, not moving.
"We both do." He still didn't move either. "In a minute."
"In a minute," I agreed.
It was fifteen minutes before either of us actually got up.
"f**k, I'm going to be late," Fao muttered, finally rolling out of bed. "Garrett's going to make me run laps."
"Worth it?"
He looked at me — still sprawled on my stomach from where he'd taken me, his release slick between my thighs — and his eyes went dark again.
His hands found my ass immediately — squeezing, kneading, spreading me apart to look at what was his.
"f**k," he breathed. "You have no idea what you do to me."
"I have some idea." I wiggled my hips, and
