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Charlotte was awakened by gentle kisses on her neck and fingers pressed between her legs. Her eyes slid open and she peered into Wyatt's impishly sparkling stare.
“Good morning, beautiful,” he whispered, circling his fingers over her c**t.
Her eyes rolled back, and she swallowed a moan. Her hormones were on absolute fire. She cupped his cheek and started to say something, only to be interrupted by the loud growl of her stomach. Wyatt burst out laughing and she sighed.
“To be continued after breakfast,” she mumbled. “Somehow.”
They got dressed and made their way to the kitchen. Damon sat at the table, sipping coffee and staring into space. Mija’s soft voice came from the living room, and peeking through the arch, Charlotte saw her pacing and talking on the phone. Charlotte spun arou
