The next morning, the alarm clock rang, but the woman was still deeply asleep, exhausted. The man's large hand mischievously slipped under the covers and playfully slapped her small, perky bottom, taking advantage of the moment. However, his voice was soft as he called out,
"Cynthia, it's time to wake up!"
If it were any other day, after pampering her, he would have turned off the alarm and silenced his phone, letting her sleep in until noon. But today... he glanced at the calendar on the bedside table, noting the day she had marked with a red pen. He leaned closer and used every trick he could think of to get her out of bed.
Today was the day Vincent was being released from prison.
His hot hand lingered on her bottom, teasing her, and she squirmed uncomfortably, reaching to push him away. Her firm buttocks brushed against his body, which was pressed tightly against her, causing a certain part of him to stiffen. Without thinking, he turned her body, flipped over, and covered her.
