Last night was amazing. The evening, everything she’d wanted. He’d taken her to a new Indian restaurant and the conversation—not to mention the tandoori chicken—had been first-rate. They’d both spent nearly three hours laughing and regaling one another with stories about their childhoods and more. Roughly five months together and there was still so much to learn. Boredom had yet to set in. After the restaurant and a lovely stroll through the town square, they’d ended up back at his apartment.

Now, she awoke alone. The delicious ache of his big cock stretching her open still burned between her thighs. Sex still clung to the sheets. As much as she wanted to wallow in it, she needed a shower. But she had nowhere to be today. The bed beckoned her back afterwards. She slipped under the covers and opened the book she’d started a few days ago to pass the time until Tony returned from work.