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Was it possible that Mat Putnam was asleep in her Principled Bed?
At 2:43 in the morning?
Ava couldn’t help but take advantage of this moment – so many times she had made a point of not looking directly at him. It was like looking directly into the sun. But now she could let her gaze linger. He was even more handsome asleep than he was awake, his lips pouty, his brow relaxed, his breath heavy and sweet.
He’d been stronger than Ava had imagined – she felt a twinge at the memory of how he’d handled her after she kissed him, pressing her into the cushions of her Practical Sofa before lifting her clean off the cushions and onto her Comfortable Mattress. He’d fumbled with the clasp of her b*a – he’d needed her to turn around, needed the light on for a second, needed both hands to undo it
