Yara

I awaken, warm and comfortable, except for the hard pole sticking into my back. My mind is slow to wake up, so it takes me a moment to realize that there’s a warm hand sliding up my thigh from my knee to my hip. Warm lips press against my shoulder, and Annika begins purring as the hand slides over my stomach.

In my brain haze, I recognize that I’m naked, and the hand makes its way up to my breast. If this is a dream, I hope it doesn’t end too soon. I hate waking up just as I start to ...