Grace’s POV
I woke up, well-rested and--- and with a little girl staring at me.
Cade!
Well, this was awkward!
“Hi,” I said, embarrassment welling up in my cheeks, as I desperately tried to cover my nude body.
“I’m hungry!” she said, her eyes lowering, and she suddenly looked shy and embarrassed.
“Erm,” I muttered, turning my head to look at her father. Oh, boy! He was on his side, turning away from me with his naked, broad, and tattooed back to me. I had to swallow, feeling myself get all hot and bothered just looking at him. And this time I couldn’t blame a dry spell! He’d rocked my world so completely last night, there was even a point where I didn’t know my own name! Prez was all MAN, and he played my body like a fiddle, leaving me crying out his name over and over again…
But---
