Winnie

As I arch my back, the sun spills into Chandler's bedroom, grabbing Chandler's bare shoulders. He's driving his manhood deep inside me just as I climax for the second time.

Chandler says he hates morning sex.

I don't see how.

He does it so d*mn good.

Chandler tenses.

Our eyes lock.

Is he looking at me with lust or love?

I briefly close my eyes.

Andrew never looked at me in that way.

"Winsome," he cries, losing his ...