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“Cleaning you up.”

She shakes her head, and her cheeks flushed from her orgasm have now turned crimson.

“Please, let me. I want to look after you.”

Her mouth drops open, and she tries to speak, but when she can’t, I gently wipe her clean before discarding the cloth in the bathroom and coming back to the bed.

“Come,Bella.” I strip back the covers and lie down, pulling her close. I want to hold her for as long as possible…before I leave.

She crawls over and joins me under the blanket, and I bring her flush against me, wrapping my arms around her.

“That was amazing, thank you,” she says sweetly, peering up at me.

I smile. “No, thank you. You’re every bit of the word—Bella.”

A slow smile forms, and she turns her head to rest on my chest again. I move my hand up to stroke her hair, loving the feel of her silky strands between my fingers.

Our breathing becomes slow and in sync, neither of us speaking, just enjoying holding each other. I feel myself becoming tired, so I know it won’t be long before I’m fast asleep. She’s a wonderful blanket.

As we lie here, she whispers, “I’ve never cuddled after sex before.”

What?

I blink. Now I’m awake. Surely, she can’t be serious. “Are you kidding me?”

“No.” I stare down at her, my brow furrowed, and she lifts her head again to look at me.

“Why?” I ask.

She shrugs, biting her lip. I know she doesn’t want to tell me, but I can’t help but try one more time.

“Come on, why?”

“They have never wanted to.”

Her words are spoken so quietly, but I heard them loud and clear, and fuck…it wrecks me. How could they not want her luscious body curled around them? What idiots to not realize she’s a fucking gift.

“It’s their loss, because I’m not letting you out of my arms all night,Bella.”

Her eyes gloss over, and she smiles bashfully. Leaning forward, I kiss her delicately, wanting to show her the side I don’t show most—the soft side.

The side kept just for her.

Chapter 8

Gracie

He’ssleepingsoundlyunderme, my hand resting on top of his abs, his skin warm and soft but toned. I move a hand up his chiseled chest and turn to rest my chin on it to soak him in while he sleeps. The dusting of dark hair under my hand reminds me of how much of a man he is.

I’m staring at his profile wrapped in a lust bubble when I hear…

“Gracie?”

It’s Sandra.

Oh my God, this can’t be happening.

I squeeze my eyes shut, but when I reopen them, I’m still in bed, tangled up naked with Marc. I lift my head up, looking around in a frantic moment ofhow the fuck am I going to get out of this one?


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