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“It took most of the night but we made a good dent in that box of condoms,” Ty said as he rolled onto his side to face me, one arm thrown over my waist. He grinned, obviously pleased with his extensive and thorough male prowess. Every inch of me was pleased with his male prowess, too.
“That’s because you had me demonstrate the trick from the bachelorette party.” I pushed on his shoulder sleepily. “Several times.”
A hand snaked up into my hair, one of Ty’s fingers wrapped around a curl. Pulled gently. “I love your hair.” He looked enthralled.
“My hair?” I couldn’t have been more surprised. “I figured you for a breast man. Or a leg man.”
“Definitely a breast man.” To prove his point, he moved his hand down to the top of the sheet, lowering it just enough to expose one. His fingertip
