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8. I Don't Think It's Fake

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I woke to the feeling of his warmth behind me, and I smiled sleepily, relieved to know Misha was still here. That he was not a friction of my imagination.

I rolled over to face him, and he rolled onto his back, still fast asleep. My eyes roamed over his muscular arms and broad chest, slipping lower to his chiselled stomach, and then the dipping lines that run from his stomach to his groin. Covered by the edge of the blanket, thank god. Even so, I could see his large and powerful quad muscles.

He was so handsome.

His lips part and his dark eyes fluttered open. He inhaled deeply and pulled me across. “Morning, Angel.”

I smiled and kissed his chest. “Good morning.”

He ran his long fingers through my hair and kissed my forehead. “How did my wife sleep?”

My heart did a soft, silly little flutter when he said that.

“Great, thanks.” I brushed my fingers along the ridge of muscle on his abdomen.

Then I felt it. The press of him, hard against my thigh.

My eyes widened a little, and I tilt
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