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Gabrielle
Morning s*x was a new thing for me. Five a.m. s*x, to be precise, because we needed to leave enough time for me to sneak back to my room before Kiki woke up. And Colt was a cuddler. He wasn’t averse to shoving me against the wall and f*****g me until I bit my own tongue to keep from crying out—I’d found that out in the shower yesterday morning—but in these early hours, he liked to make love with a lazy intensity that left my legs weak and my heart swollen with need.
And talk.
He liked to talk as well.
“Did you mean what you said yesterday?” he asked, his breath feathering over my ear as his arms cocooned me close. “About wanting to be in my life?”
There were few certainties in my world right now, but I knew with absolute confidence that I wanted to spend more time with C
