C31 You Are A Gigolo?

The faint sound of a door opening somewhere filtered into Ayo’s blissful sleep.

He made a sound of protest when he heard a whisper and the warm paradise in his arms moved away.

“Come back to bed,” he muttered against the pillow without opening his eyes.

He felt her hand flutter over his, then she moved away before he could turn his palm upward to pull her back into bed