Aria's POV
I woke up gasping.
Sunlight was streaming through the curtains like a judgment, and I shot upright in bed, my heart hammering against my ribs. The clock on the nightstand read 11:47 AM.
Eleven forty-seven.
"s**t, s**t, s**t—"
I was already throwing the covers off when I felt his arm wrap around my waist, pulling me back against his chest. His voice was low, rough with sleep, and god, it sent a shiver straight down my spine.
"Relax. I already called your office."
I twisted in his grip to look at him. "You did?"
"You think I'd let anyone disturb you after last night?"
His black-gray eyes were half-lidded, lazy, but there was a possessive gleam in them that made my stomach flip. I remembered everything.
The vibrator. His voice in my ear. The way he'd
