Lucien’s POV I close the door softly, pressing the back of my palm to my lips to stifle a yawn. “Tired?” A slow smile curves my lips as I turn, finding Maya behind me. My gaze roams over her—slowly, eagerly, noting the slip beneath the robe she has on. Something lacy. “Nope,” I shake my head. “Not at all.” She tilts her head, folding her arms loosely. “Really? I heard you yawning.” “Bedtime stories have that effect,” I say, moving toward her. She makes a small, pleased sound that shoots all the way to my toes as I tug her close, an arm sneaking around her waist.My head dips as I brush my lips against hers, nipping her bottom lip as an afterthought. She moans softly, reaching for my shirt. Her fingers curl around a fistful as I lean away, yanking me back. “Nuh-huh,” she says, grabbing my face with one hand. She kisses me, deep, her tongue slipping into my mouth with a languid stroke. I grab her waist, my fingers digging into the robe, grinding her hips against mine. We stagger as
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