Chapter 8
Griff woke just after dawn. He’d barely slept at all, but four years of programming wasn’t so easily broken, even after a night full of the best s*x of his life. With his wife.
His wife.
Sam lay curled on her side, facing away from him. His arm tucked around her waist, his bigger body wrapped around her as the big spoon, ensuring his d**k nestled against the curve of her a*s. He considered stroking her to wakefulness, of sinking into her sweet body again as he had so many times last night. She was an addiction, and he’d wanted her again almost as soon as they’d caught their breath. Was it marriage? Love? Or was it simply her?
He’d never woken with a woman before, never felt the urge to start his day making love. Hell, he wasn’t sure he’d ever made love before Samantha. No
