Sally
I’m not an i***t—I know Ryan is only carrying me to my room to f**k me since he didn’t get to finish. So imagine my surprise when he gently places me on my bed and pulls my thick blanket over me.
...what the heck is he doing?
I stare up at him and he gives me a smile. “I will go and fetch our clothes from the kitchen. Do you need anything?”
“Umm...” I blink repeatedly, for a moment too shocked to even speak English. Eventually, I manage to stop staring at his gorgeous body and stammer, “W-water?”
He chuckles. “Anything else?”
My eyes widen. “Oh, yes! Could you bring the monitor from the nursery?”
His brows rise, the smile on his lips morphing into a grin that somehow manages to look both endearing and devilish at the same time. “Sure thing, sweetheart,” he responds, his voice
