29
Quinn
I woke with the headache from hell splitting through the center of my cranium. A whimper later, I squeezed my eyes shut and clutched my temples, wishing to be put out of my misery.
“Morning, lover,” a voice cooed in my ear and a hand slid up my bare thigh. Cora rubbed against me, her naked breasts crushing my bicep. “I’ve been waiting for you to wake up.”
I tried to unstick my dried tongue from the roof of my mouth. “What...what time is it?”
“Too late for you to make pancakes, but that’s okay.” Five very greedy fingers curled around my morning wood. “I’d rather have sausage anyway.”
My eyes nearly crossed as the pain in my head mixed with the pleasure spreading from my groin.
“You were so amazing last night,” Cora murmured in my ear just before she nipped the lobe with her
