When I finally opened my eyes, I was met with the sight of the pitched tent of my sheets above my throbbing dick. I exhaled a deep sigh of disappointment and annoyance as I shifted my gaze to the ceiling, shaking my head as I began thinking of anything to deflate myself. No, this wasn’t typical morning wood—the dream I was so rudely pulled from involved me naked and Morgan’s ass. And this wasn’t the first time this had occurred since we made our deal.
I was annoyed I was having yet another dream that not only involved her but left me in this state. I was even more annoyed at that moment that I was in bedalonewith no other option than to figure out a solution for the problem myself.
Why was I alone? Because,apparently, Morgan and I didn’t do sleepovers.
She couldn’t come out last night for our usual night out with everyone because of a work project. It’d been a week since our last meet-up, so when I left the bar a little after midnight, I messaged her and told her to meet me at my apartment. She countered that it was already late. I told her she could just sleep at my place. She said that was “against the rules.”
Waking up hard with her on my mind and not in my bed to rectify it was an absolute fucking travesty. And it was occurring far too often. When was it even decided that no sleepovers were a thing? Because I sure as hell didn’t agree to that.
It was bullshit.
I narrowed my choices down to a cold shower or a morning run. I opted for the latter. Early April brought warmer weather, but it was still brisk enough in the mornings that a shirtless run would do me some good.
After my run and a much-needed shower, I spent the rest of my day doing absolutely nothing until it was time to head to my mom’s. Sunday family dinner was filled with the usual banter between me and Haley about her love life—things with the guy she went on that date with on Valentine’s Day had already gone in the gutter and were over. I reiterated that she should be single for a while. She reiterated that I had no right to voice my opinion on the matter when I’d never had a relationship of any kind. And Mom uttered a few wise words of advice to both of us that went in one ear and out the other.
By the time I left dinner, I was feeling restless, so I shot Morgan a text once I got into my car.
You free tonight?
Princess
Yeah.
I’m on my way over.
I liked the simplicity of our arrangement. When one of us messaged the other, we knew the reason why. There was no beating around the bush, no awkwardness, no need for small talk and hoping for the best. It was entirely uncomplicated, which made it perfect. And in the nearly two months since we made the deal, we had a routine for our encounters pretty nailed down.
Fifteen minutes later, I was knocking on her apartment door. When she opened it, she stepped aside to let me in, and I slipped off the light jacket I had on, draping it on the back of one of the stools at her counter.
“Hello to you, too,” she said.
I smirked as I stepped up to her. “Hi.”
“Tone down the enthusiasm,” she quipped.
I chuckled, curling my hand around the back of her neck and stroking my thumb against her pulse point—the slight shiver that rippled through her from the touch didn’t go unnoticed by me. “Well, I’m not sure how much enthusiasm is or isn’t allowed withyourrules,” I teased back.
“Myrules?”
“Yeah, you know, the ones you keep making up as we go.”
She scoffed, stepping away from me and turning, starting down the hall to her bedroom. “If there’s a rule you’d like to discuss, just say it.”
I trailed behind her, pushing the door shut when we stepped into her room. She turned to face me, shrugging off theoversized sweater she had on and tossing it onto a small armchair in the corner.
“I think we need to discuss this whole no sleepovers thing,” I said as I pulled my shirt over my head.
“What about it?” she asked, peeling off her tank top.
I stared at the red lace of her bra that left very little to my already explicit imagination. The sight of it shot straight to my dick.Jesus. Red was definitely a good color for her. “Nothing, except the fact that it’s utterhorseshit.”
She rolled her eyes. “Please. Sleepovers would turn this thing into something more than it is.”
My brow furrowed as I unbuttoned my jeans. “And how, pray tell, did you come up withthatlogic?”
I watched as she stripped from her pants, taking note of the way she slid the denim down and over the very ass I’d been dreaming of that morning. “Because you don’t do sleepovers with someone you despise, even if you’re having sex with them.”
“Okay, but I think sleeping together has shifted us a notch above despise.” I tossed my jeans on the floor. “We’re more in the area of…intense dislike.”
