Lauren woke to the sensation of large hands tracing over her body, warm palms sliding across her stomach, up her ribs, fingertips brushing the underside of her breasts. She groaned, her body aching in places she hadn't known could ache, every muscle protesting the movement as she tried to shift away from the touch.

Wyatt had worked her over hard. Multiple times. Multiple positions. She'd lost count after the fourth orgasm, her brain turning to mush somewhere around the time he'd bent her over ...