Lark woke in the morning blinking in surprise at the face hovering over hers and gave a shriek of terror.
“What the f**k, Ollie!” she groaned at the close proximity of her friend. “You scared the hell out of me.”
“Why are you sleeping in Max’s guest room?” Ollie was wicked, “I thought I’d find you in his bed, not in here.”
A bright red mark caught Lark’s attention and she pushed Ollie’s hair off her neck. “Did Johan give you a hickey?”
“A lot of them,” Ollie giggled. “He’s really good at scratching itches.”
“Ollie, what did you do?”
“I had multiple orgasms, let him work out whatever demons he was fighting and then slept very soundly in my own bed.”
“Where did he sleep?”
“Buried deep inside me,” her brown eyes were dancing with delight. “Dude fell asleep with his d**k still in me. W
