I woke up to the feeling of something warm and hairy against my chest. Thinking it was Oakley, I pushed her away. “Too early," I muttered, as I turned over.
It was when I felt something hard poking into my leg that I realized it wasn't Oakley brushing against me. It was a man. My eyelids flew open as I flipped back over in bed to find William snoring softly. It had been his head lying against my breasts.
For a moment all I could do was stare at him. Surely the last forty-eight hours had been a dream. Had I really met and slept with the man of my dreams? Well, the man of my dreams who was a submissive.
Covering my eyes with my arm, I groaned. Why did everything have to be so f*****g complicated? Removing my arm, I gazed at William again. He looked so peaceful sleeping. Eyeing his five-o'
