I wake in the early morning light entangled in Jake’s limbs and bedsheets. My body is aching and heavy from everything he’s done to me through the night. I can’t help but smile at the memories, a warm blush traveling over my sensitive skin.  

If I thought Jake had a high sex drive when he was dating his string of floozies, I have severely underestimated him. Last night, he’d been addicted to my body, barely giving me time to recover. He’d been true to his promise and ...