Page 77 of The Sleep With Your Enemy's Sister Situation

Riff woke up right away and looked at me.

Sleepy eyes.

Sex crazed eyes.

He snuck his left arm against the bed and grabbed me, pulling me against him.

I rolled my eyes.

“Can’t say good morning?” Riff whispered.

“Why bother? You just want to feel my boobs pressed against you.”

“Is that a problem?”

“I guess not,” I said. “As long as I can…”

I lifted the covers and took a peek at Riff’s body.

At his cock.

Really full, slightly hard, resting against his right leg.

I took a deep breath. “Not bad.”

“I don’t mind it,” Riff said.

I laughed. “Neither do I.”

Riff rolled me away from his body and he sat up on the edge of the bed.

I watched him stretch, admiring every chunk of thick muscle his body had to offer.

“Going to make me some coffee now?” I asked.

Riff looked back. “That’s my job now? You can’t make your own coffee?”

“You can’t be nice to me?”

“After hownaughtyyou were yesterday?”

I snorted. “Don’t ever say that again, Riff. That sounded weird.”

He grabbed pajama pants off the floor, stood up and put them on.

I appreciated looking at his ass.

Then I was alone.

I had nothing to do today.

No work.

No worries.

It was an odd feeling, but I liked it.

I took things slow.

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