“I didn’t know you were so competitive,” I tease, kissing his chest and melting into him. I know he doesn’t sleep well if I’m draped all over him, but I can’t resist a good post-orgasm cuddle. He strokes my hair, then snags a water bottle from the nightstand and hands it to me. “Just because I sit on the sidelines at the games doesn’t mean I’m not going to play to win in the bedroom, Jo.”
