(Friday)
"I have today off," Odette murmured to me as I cut off the alarm. That had to have been the issue she'd been holding back on last night.
"I have to work - being the first week of my three month internship and all," I sighed.
"Are you sure I can't convince you to be late?" she gave me a sultry look.
She compounded that offer by stretching out, her knees in place so that her butt rose and wiggled suggestively. Last night I had introduced Odette to a form of doggy-style that didn't involve the man trying to drive her skull through the headboard. We had a long, dual-participant, sensual melding of bodies, control passing back and forth until the need for sleep became something she despised even as it took her.
"Not fair," I groaned into my pillow. When I looked out, she was still
