Leah

The alarm on the bedside table blared.

I slapped it off quickly, holding my breath as I waited to make sure it hadn't woken the sex maniac behind me. Slowly and carefully, I started peeling his heavy arm from around my waist.

"Where do you think you're going?" His rough voice rumbled against my ear, and I hated how my thighs clenched in response.

His arm tightened, yanking me straight back into the hard warmth of his chest.

Damn it.

"I have to go to work," I whispered, trying to ...