Irene:
At seven in the morning, there’s a knock on my bedroom door. I sprint out of the bed, almost knocking over the lamp as I fling the door, only to meet Tyler.
I hide the wave of disappointment as I stare at him. He’s holding two paper cups of coffee and I raise my brows, “Good morning, Irene. I hope you slept well.” He stretches the coffee cup.
I take it, I did not sleep a wink at all because I still can’t get my mind over the intense rock-driving orgasm I got last night. He made me come with his fingers, no man has ever done that to me before. Last night was...How can I describe it? Intense, hard, heart pounding and so utterly good.
Tyler clears his throat, trying to tell me he’s still standing there. “We have early morning training today, the art charity event is at ten, so we h
