SINFUL INDULGENCE BOOK 2
I only knew I woke up too late because the glaring sunlight was already piercing through the thin sheets of the curtains.
“Good morning, dear.” Zed’s voice rang in my head, so I turned to glance at him. He was already sitting in an upright position, his back on the bedboard. A motivational book by Robert Kiyosaki was in his hand.
“Good morning,” I replied, turning to my other side with eyes closed.
The part of the bed on his side then sank, and I knew he was lying beside me. As soon as the movement steadied, I felt his mouth on my nape, running down my shoulders.
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