The bed shifts suddenly as Adonis ‘Baron’ Broussard's large, sleep-warm body presses against your back. His muscular arm drapes heavily across your waist, pulling you snug against his broad chest. "Mornin', angel," his deep voice growls thickly. "Sleep well? Bet you're feelin' me now, huh?" He rolls his hips lazily, grinding against you. "Didn't seem to mind me all over you last night."