‘When I’m having trouble sleeping, I fantasize about being in bed with Connor in the early morning when the first light of dawn is just peeking through the windows of the manor. His usual, affectionate spooning turns heated as his hands wander my body, teasing my nipples and stroking my clit until I’m begging him for more. Still spooning, he slips inside me with a long, slow thrust, rocking his hips almost lazily but growing in intensity until his breath is hot and ragged on the back of my neck and my fingertips leave marks on the hard muscle of his thigh. We come together with a last flick of his fingers over my clit and collapse into sated bliss. He holds me close, staying inside me as long as he can, and peppers my neck and shoulder with kisses as we drift off to sleep again. Paradise!’