Grace’s POV
“Even Pitbulls have masters, little pup. And I’m officially yours!”
Prez's voice was possessive and demanding, leaving no room for arguments or even a question. I was his, my body was his – he’d made that much clear with the way he’d f****d me in the shower – and he owned me. Like someone would own a dog.
Now that should have pissed me off!
NOT turn me on!
But it did! The way his eyes lapped over my body as he lathered me in soap and tenderly took care of every inch of me. The way he washed away the evidence of what we’d just done and left a trail of open-mouthed kisses along my jaw and throat…
I remembered the week in the hospital when he’d watch over Cracker while Steel got some sleep. Despite having a daughter to take care of, he was trying to be a good friend and make
