Olivia

I woke up with a delicious ache between my legs and memories of last night flooding my mind. Alexander had already left the bed, and I could hear the shower running in the en--suite bathroom.

The bathroom door opened, and Alexander emerged with a towel wrapped around his waist, water droplets still clinging to his chest.

"Morning," he said, his voice deep and gravelly. "Sleep well?"

"When you finally let me sleep, yes." I sat up, pulling the ...