Was he pissed at me? His eyes were narrowed, and judging by the way his chest was heaving, it damn well seemed like it. “Thank you for letting me use your bed,” I stammered, and a growl left his mouth the second I said the word “bed.” His hands were on me in a flash, and I was hoisted up. My legs wrapped around his thick body instinctively, causing his T-shirt to ride up, leaving my lower body completely exposed. I didn’t mind one bit when his hands gripped my ass as he walked us to the couch where we’d eaten last night. That was when I noticed a tray of breakfast foods sitting there, and my
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