Olivia
I should move. I should carefully extract myself from his grip and slide to the other side of the bed. That would be the sensible thing to do.
But I didn't move. I couldn't. The feeling of his massive c**k nestled against me was doing things to my brain, short-circuiting all rational thought.
His breath was warm against my neck, each exhale sending shivers down my spine. I bit my lip to keep from making a sound as his arm tightened slightly around my waist, pulling me closer in his sleep.
"Jesus," I whispered, barely audible.
My n*****s had hardened to stiff peaks, and I could feel wetness gathering between my thighs. This was ridiculous. I'd broken up with Ryan less than a month ago, and here I was, getting turned on by my boss's morning wood.
Alexander shifted behind me, his
