He knew it would be five o’clock. That would make it four at home, and he always rose like clockwork at four. He had to or else he couldn’t get his workout in before the day started. He glanced at Roni beside him in the king-size bed, outlined by the glow of the bathroom light. He’d left the light on earlier when he’d gotten rid of the third condom of the night. She slept on her stomach with one arm thrown out across the mattress, her fingertips just barely brushing his chest, and the other arm bent at the elbow and pointing toward the headboard. There was no pillow under her, and her face was turned toward him. His chest tightened at the sight of her bare back, the way it sloped down and dipped so erotically as if making a grand entrance to the swell of her rear. The side of her breast just barely peeked out under her arm. He wanted her again. Which blew his mind. Not that he’d expected one night to be enough, but at this point, he was beginning to wonder if he could get enough.
