Riley's POV
Someone was pounding on my door at seven in the f*****g morning.
"Riley! Get your ass up! You're with me today!"
Owen.
I dragged myself out of bed, my thighs still sticky from last night. I'd come three times thinking about them, their fingers buried in my p***y, imagining it was their c***s instead.
I opened the door in my sleep shirt—thin white cotton that barely covered my ass. No bra. No panties.
Owen's eyes dropped immediately to my t**s. My n*****s were hard, visible through the fabric.
"f**k," he breathed. "You trying to kill me?"
"Give me five minutes."
"Take your time. I'm enjoying the view." His eyes traced down my body, lingering where my shirt ended. "Are you wearing anything under that?"
My face heated. "That's none of your business."
"Wrong answer." He
