Chapter 11Derek woke the next morning, sore and aching, but not regretting anything. He’d never come as hard as he did with Ocren, and he’d woken a couple of times during the night from Ocren running his hands over him. Not in a s****l way, more in a making-sure-he-was-okay way. Derek couldn’t remember ever being with someone who cared beyond the orgasm.
He stretched and looked at Ocren who stood in the doorway to the kitchen with a cup in his hand—tea by the scent of it. Damn, he wanted coffee.
“Morning.”
Ocren’s gaze slid over him. “Are you okay?”
“I’m great. You?”
He nodded and sipped on his tea, once again dressed in his black uniform. Clothes. “I’ll head up to mine and grab something to wear.” Derek looked around for his clothes and found them folded in a pile next to him on the
