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Harlow was still asleep, so when she felt a tongue slide against hers, she was sure it was a dream. Recognizing the taste and technique of her man, she didn’t hesitate to respond. Rolling onto her back, she slid her hands up his shoulders and around the sides of his neck to pull him closer.
“Hey! Quit that s**t in my bed!” Dover hollered from somewhere.
Yanking herself away from the kiss, Harlow blinked in an attempt to focus. Someone swept the hair from her forehead. She shifted her head back in the direction of the kiss to see Ryske lying on the bed beside her.
“You’ve got some splainin’ to do, Little Missy.”
Still foggy and tired, she rolled her head back and forth on the pillow and tried to pull his mouth back to hers. “I want kisses,” she mumbled in her morning voice.
He resi
