"Oh my god, you're such a guy. If the bed doesn't go here, then what's the point of even having the windows?"
So Mike was "such a guy," as Rachel had put it. Because on his cab ride to meet Harvey, all he could think about was waking up to a stream of sunlight across his face and the glorious skin of Rachel's bare back beside him.
He imagined rousing her with urgent kisses. Her sleepy smiles and lustful eyes, until she finally sat astride his hips, taking him in fully. The wet tightness of her around him, the tautness of her belly, her full breasts dancing freely, hair in a sexy mess, eyes gazing into his to find the awe she felt reflected back as they fucked slowly in the morning light…
Mike shifted uncomfortably in his pants and reluctantly turned his thoughts to Harvey and their asshole sports commentator client.