Page 477 of Call Me Baby 2: Side B

and kisses our exposed skin.

We’re in my writing studio,

a tangled heap of limbs,

trapped under a nest of blankets,

a wall of pillows surrounding us.

I didn’t want to sleep in my room.

He didn’t want to sleep in Room 613.

This is the only place that felt right.

My oversized tee is damp from his feverish skin—the only article of clothing between us—and my thigh is pinned under his knee, numb and buzzing with pins and needles.

I shift, only one inch to move my leg out from under his.

He flinches, whole body.

He thinks I’m trying to leave,

and that panic trickles through him⁠—

heart racing,

chest pulling deeper,

breath falling shorter.

His grip bites into my hip,

dragging me back under him.

But when his cock slides up my thigh, it twitches, and a low, rough sound escapes his throat.

“Sonny,” he murmurs,

groggy and drunk with sleep.

He turns his head,

mouth brushing my neck.

“Lemme sleep in you.”

His cock is hot, pulsing,

leaking all over my skin.

“Sleep in me?” I whisper in the dark,

running my palm down his back,

following the line of his spine,

over the slope of his ass.