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Throwing the cloth in the vicinity of the bathroom, I wrapped myself around Lily, dragging the blankets over us. “You’re staying.”
Lily was already half asleep but her hum of agreement had me relaxing every muscle in my body. In those final moments before I was completely asleep, I thought about how right it felt to have her in my bed. Like she was always meant to be there.
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LILY
Ifelt warm all over. That was thanks to the large male body pressed firmly to my back, his soft snores lifting the fine hairs on my neck and causing me to shiver.
I’m not a virgin anymore.My thighs pressed tightly together as the memory of Grayson spreading them wide and sliding inside of me replayed.
There was a slight ache but the rest of me felt languid and well-rested. Grayson grunted, rolling onto his back when I shifted. I reached for my glasses which were neatly folded on the nightstand, my heart warming knowing that Grayson was the one to do that, and put them on.
Now that I could see properly, my eyes roamed over every beautiful inch of him. His lips parted on a breath, reminding me of how much pleasure they’d brought me the night before. I brushed my fingertip lightly over them and continued down his strong neck muscles, his steady pulse and over to his bicep, circling the tattoo I saw fully for the first time last night.
Michelangelo. Not the Italian Renaissance artist but the teenage mutant ninja turtle, holding a giant slice of pizza. If you had given me a million guesses, that would have been the last one. Leaning down, I pressed my lips to it, loving that this strong, alpha-male had a ridiculous tattoo.
“Thinking about getting some matching ink?” I smiled against his skin, not even a little embarrassed at being caught.
“Mmm, I was always partial to Leonardo myself.”
Grayson released a husky laugh as he rolled over me. “The intelligent leader of the group, huh? Seems like you have a type, sweetheart.”
He was so handsome, even after everything we’d done and a full night’s sleep, his hair was barely mussed and it only served to make him more appealing. I was sure my own hair was tied in knots, and yesterday’s mascara smeared under my eyes. But I couldn’t find the energy to be self-conscious when Grayson was looking at me like I was the most beautiful woman in the world.
“Maybe I do. Know anyone you could introduce me to?”
“Why, you little…” I broke into peals of laughter as he began tickling my sides, zoning in on the exact spots that had me squirming away. I was just catching my breath when he stole it again with an amazing kiss.
“Good morning,” I breathed against his lips.
“Best fucking morning,” he tucked his face into the crook of my neck, softly kissing me as he gave me a little more of his weight.
My hands stroked over the broad expanse of his back and I let myself soak in the perfect moment. I closed my eyes and was in that wonderful place where I could fall back asleep when Grayson jackknifed off of me, taking all his warmth with him.
“Come on, lazy bones, I’m making you breakfast.” I glared his way but his eyes were focused on my breasts, specifically my nipples that had hardened in the cool air of the bedroom. As good as breakfast sounded, round two was more appealing at the moment. I shifted on the bed causing a break in Grayson’s stare off with my tits.
“Don’t even think about it, temptress. I intend to feed you and I know you have to be sore after last night.” My disappointment was quickly replaced by the gooey feeling of knowing Grayson wanted to take care of me outside of the bedroom, too. The stiff pole he was tucking into a pair of faded blue sweatpants proved he wanted sex as badly as I did but he was putting his needs aside to tend to mine.
“Bathroom’s through there, sweetheart.” He pointed to the room where he’d disappeared last night to remove the condom. “Use anything you like.” He knelt on the bed and kissed the tip of my nose before striding out of the room.
As comfortable as Grayson’s bed was, I liked it much better when he was in it with me. I rolled out of the bed and walked to the bathroom to take care of business. Fully expecting the bathroom of a single man, it was a pleasant surprise to find the room neat and tidy if not a little sparse. The toilet seat was even down and I knew from Winnie’s complaints about living with Kane that this habit was rare for men.
I looked into the mirror, taking stock of the damage. My hair could definitely use a brush but it looked sexily tousled, a hairstyle I’d never in my life been able to achieve. My lips were kiss-bitten and my skin held a healthy glow. I looked thoroughly well-fucked which is exactly what I was. Although my fears about my mascara were confirmed.
A glance around the bathroom confirmed that Grayson didn’t own any kind of face wash, so I made do with a cloth and warm water and brushed my teeth using my finger and his toothpaste. Scooping his shirt from last night off the floor, I buttoned it up and spent at least a full minute sniffing the fabric like a perv.
I decided to forgo pants since we were alone in the loft and Grayson had explained yesterday that Daisy wasn’t due to come home until later in the day.
As happy as I was to not have to explain to a five-year-old why I had slept in her father’s bed, I wished she were here to eat breakfast with us. I loved spending time with Daisy and I wondered what a typical Sunday morning was like in their home.Maybe next time.
My stupid heart was already picturing a future where I regularly spent my nights and weekends with the two of them. Which wasn’t possible. I was lying to Grayson about who I was and when he found out, whatever was between us would inevitably end.
My hand rubbed the ache in my chest that my depressing thoughts had caused.Enough, Lily. You’re going to go out there and enjoy the breakfast that Grayson has made for you and then you are going to find a way to convince him to take you back to bed.
This morning wasn’t about the future, or the past. It was about the delicious smell of bacon and the amazing man who was standing at the stove cooking it.
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