Chapter Twenty-Two
Donovan
The sun filtering through the curtains woke me. Jasmine was warm and soft beside me, one of her legs thrown over mine and tucked between my calves. She was plastered against my side, her f*****g tempting, perfect breasts pressed against me. As it was, I woke up with morning wood. Perhaps you’d think after f*****g her against the door and then sometime in the dark hours of the night, I’d have been sated, my need slaked.
But no. I was beginning to wonder if burning out my need for Jasmine was even possible.
It was early, but then I woke early. Rolling over, I glanced at the clock on her nightstand. Six a.m. I needed to be at the station within the hour.
For the first time in years, I didn’t want to get out of bed. In fact, I’d have been more than happy to stay
