“Want me to start the coffee maker?” I murmured, rolling over and burying my face in his chest. “Not yet,” he growled as he dug his fingers into the flesh of my thighs. “I need your help.” I crooked an eyebrow. “Help?” Without another warning, Tatum ripped the covers back. I shrieked at the flood of cool air. “Need you to help push my lung capacity. It’ll give me more endurance.” “Wha—” Tatum grabbed my waist and, with his inhumanly strong arms, hauled me up the bed. “Sit on my face.” “Tay, I—” My words were cut off by a squeal as Tatum bit the inside of my thigh. “Don’t argue with me. Sit on
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