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Waking was a cradle of ease. Midori’s head was supported by a strong arm. Her back rested against a warm chest. There was a cushion at Guy’s abdomen, which surprised her. He looked like a man who would be fit and not have a dad bod. But his soft abs didn’t matter to her. Last night, Guy made her feel like a treasure.
She’d allowed him to stare into her eyes as he slowly pierced her core. She’d never been taken to bed in such a slow and deliberate manner. He hadn’t allowed her to hide in the cradle of his neck. When his eyes bored into hers, she couldn’t look away from him. He’d opened her up for the taking, but left her whole.
She watched him now, as he slept. He was peaceful. She was peaceful. She lay in the cocoon of him and allowed him to support her.
Michel had never stayed unti
