Chapter 8: Man of the House
The Next Morning...
Blink-Blink
Selene stirred awake, her lashes fluttering as golden morning light streamed through the window behind her. A warm, lazy comfort filled her body, the softness of the mattress cradling her as she stretched with a quiet sigh but the brightness was annoying.
Groaning, she sat up and slipped off the bed, padding toward the window. The cold air kissed her bare thighs as she reached up, pulling the curtain shut with a soft slip.
Darkness settled again.
Selene exhaled, her body tingling with warmth as she sank back onto the mattress, ready to let sleep reclaim her.
And then she noticed Leon—
Lying just a few feet away, his face relaxed in peaceful slumber... but it wasn't his face that made her body freeze.
It was the thick, unmistakable bulge straining against his pants.
Selene's heart pounded, her thighs pressing together on instinct.
Leon's Morning Wood was so hard that it made a tent in his pants.