Chapter 45

• “Elli.” I hear Dean’s voice. It’s husky and deep. I can hear my alarm going off, but hell if I know where it is. “Peaches. Please turn that off.” He groans. I fumble around until I find the dam thing in my purse.
• “Shit! I’m late.” I say as I get up trying to rush and find something to wear.
• “Call in.” I hear Dean grumble into the sheets. And when I look back he’s barely got anything covered. He’s got morning wood ready for me. He’s thrown a pillow over his face to hide the light blaring through the windows. And his legs are spread like he’s ready for me to take him.