Brett's POV

I woke up before dawn with Riley curled against my side, her auburn hair spread across my chest. For a moment, I just lie there, memorizing the feel of her, the soft sound of her breathing.

Yesterday’s sex had been so intense that I was sure Riley was sore. She’d ridden me to death, and I couldn’t think straight afterward. Where had she been hiding all that vixen power all this time? It was the best sex I’d had in ages. Hell, I wanted more, but it could wait.

This is what ...