Naomi’s familiar touch stirs me from sleep, her fresh hand sliding under the waistband of my shorts. “Mimi,” I murmur with a lazy grin as she wraps her fingers around my rapidly hardening cock. “Trying to get me in the mood?” Blinking away the haze, reality hits me like a punch to the gut. This isn’t my bed. This isn’t Naomi. She dumped me a month ago. I’m on the lumpy old sofa in my parents’ summer lakehouse. And the blo...