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Morning breaks like glass, the sun bursting rudely in through the uncovered bay window, and Trinity groans, bleary eyes forced open by the light a mere few hours after she’d closed them. The throbbing headache from last night’s six mojitos is exactly as bad as she’d expected, if not worse—accompanied by a rank taste on her tongue; low-level nausea; and truly feeling the exhausted, bone-deep ache from work that she can typically ignore, from her hair to her toenails, plus the dull pain of an old injury in her right knee. Though she might have to chalk up that last consequence to how wide her legs were spread last night, ankles hooked high on Parker’s shoulders so Ellis could work two, then three, then four fingers into her—relentless, until Trinity was short of breath and red-faced and had lost count of her orgasms; in desperate need of water and eager to switch positions and return the favor.
From behind her, a chuckle, and the gentle warmth of a hand stroking between Trinity’s scapulae and down her back, snaking around to nestle into the crux of her thighs. A voice in her ear, the brush of lips over the shell of it: “Hey, sleepyhead. Up and at ‘em. You promised to make breakfast, remember?”